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Good girl, you see where I'm going with this.

[it's not condescending, and it's not just greer - it's everyone he wants more intel on. including the balfours and the house itself. the fact that she's seen right through it just means she's the kind of smart cookie he'd expected.]

Did he? Marry them?

And it was...another woman?

[embry??]

But I'm not exactly special in that regard, am I?

[ if he wants to learn more about her, that is, she's likely not the only one that interest applies to. but if he even half-knows what dc is like, then he also knows that information really is power. ]

Jenny. They were married right up until she passed a year ago.

You are. Any friend of Embry's is a friend of mine - someone I want to look out for.

[he means it too, not just because he told embry he would, but because he likes her.]

Everyone else - well, it's just for future reference.

Christ, she had to be young. Lot more recent than I would have expected.

You looked out for me from the very beginning. I won’t forget that.

[ not everyone would’ve lent her their jacket to cover up at a party like the one they’d met at. or do her the courtesy of ordering her a different drink while making it seem like his own idea. ]

It was very sudden. I don’t think she was even sick for that long. I’d seen them mostly at church, here and there, before then.

Good. You need anything - you know where to find me. I mean it.

...Jesus. That's a lot for a guy to carry on top of the Presidency. But maybe there's something to be said for trying again. Maybe underneath all the bullshit that's what this place wants us to get.

Or maybe I'm just feeling sentimental. Slap me next time I see you, huh?

How about we don't wait until the next time it's every man for himself in Otherworld?

I don't think he's looking for another First Lady, if that's what you mean. But we have been spending more time together here.

Slapping wasn't my first instinct, if that helps.

Alright - deal.

...No? What was it then?

I know of at least one person rooting for you two. Though I'm not sure I understand all the logistics of that.

[embry. which is strange considering the vague history he's been given.]

Honestly? Just a hug.

Dare I ask?

[ even if she already has a feeling she knows who he's referring to, because it's the same person who's usually telling her she should be with ash too. ]

You can have one of those whenever you like.

[like the kind you get from a big brother, no need to worry about wandering hands or discomfort.]

...Some people think we look alike. I don't know, I think he'd have a hissy fit if someone said it to his face.

I can see it. A little. You're both very charming. Almost... too charming. ;)

But I'd never be able to confuse you for him.

Not everyone might agree with you on that. My - suitemate, I don't think he's a fan and charming wouldn't come to mind.

Be honest - it's the hair, right?

[he's teasing again.]

The three of you, it seems...complicated. Is it warranted?

Kind of seems like I lucked out on my suitemate. She's never been anything other than complimentary.

The hair's definitely part of it.

Complicated is putting it mildly. The years between all three of us could probably fill their own epic novel at this point.

What, of him specifically? Or in general? Mine is - well, his tastes are specific. First time I met him, he ordered milk at a bar.

[and he fell for it instantly. but nevermind.]

Yeah? Well, if you ask me, you'd make a mighty fine Guinevere.

Of me. But I was mostly just glad to get someone who doesn't snore.

You do know what happens at the end of her story, right? [ dying of anguish and heartbreak feels like a pretty miserable way to go. ]

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