[oh... is that gutter his fault for bringing up the Work... sorry.]

Uh, I just meant you're the one who knows what to look for.

[but here he goes for Turn 2. he winds up the form annnnnd it's a 5. progress! he will celebrate more silently, to be polite after her gutterball, which is mostly a whispered hell yeah and a fist pump he turns awkwardly to do in the opposite direction. Hell Yeah.

ahem. anyway.]

Anyway, you guys really don't get time off? I guess when you have a job as weird as either of ours, it feels like cheating to take a break, huh? Can't even tell you how many times I tried to just stay home and not think about anything and instantly felt like I was doing something wrong. You know?

[does she know. is it this specific kind of dire on the bus.]