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[holyposition]

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[rehandle]

I never was known for my bedside manner.

Glad you could be here. This may not have been your father's most inspired idea, but at least the selection's better.

[holyposition]

Does he know you're trying to hit on me?

[rehandle]

Please. If I were to hit on you I'd do it sober and in person. But I'll make a note that you count me amongst the pool of better options.

[holyposition]

I said no such thing. Unless you had a match for me in mind, you have to be talking about yourself.

Which is bold, over a text I didn't ask for, so I'll give you that.

[rehandle]

What I meant to imply is that pretty much anyone in this manor is a better option than one you've already picked.

But I understand you must be used to attention. I can't fault you the assumption.

[holyposition]

Did my father put you up to this?

[rehandle]

No.
Does he often send strangers to critique your sex life?

Actually, don't answer that.

[holyposition]

He's got a vendetta against Harry because he’s too old for me or he's a bad liar or whatever. Doesn't matter. I'll fuck who I want.

[rehandle]

As you should. I just think that man's a waste of time.

[ And now they're talking a little more plainly, and his head's less full of the what feels like 90 times in the last three days that somebody's mentioned Harry Goodsir, now he's reached some kind of intoxication plateau... he has the good grace to feel a little embarrassed. ]

Sorry. I worked with your family a long time ago. I know your father and your uncle, your mother a little. I suppose I felt entitled to act like I know you too.

But I don't, and it really is none of my business.
I'll leave you to your night.

[holyposition]

You're right, it's really not.

Have a good night.