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[It seems someone has decided to change his voicemail following graduation. Hes trying so hard to sound professional, business like, but Hanna's usual enthusiasm bleeds through easily.]

You have reached the mailbox of Hanna Cross. If you don't have an appointment, my secretary will follow up with a return message shortly. [a short pause.] meaning me. I'll get back to you, don't worry.

And if this is an emergency what are you doing on the phone? Cardio is your friend. byyyye!

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It might be motor oil, or demonic oil. Or from various festering wounds. We don't know, and we'll have to leave it where it is.

For now, let's talk about you and the detective.

Yes. He's an asshole. And yes, he questioned you hard.

So, how well do you know him?

[Hanna shrugs then remembers she cant see it on a phone call.]

I mean, not that much. I did learn that he's claustrophobic, which is why Sheehan gave me a mile long lecture after I bubble trapped him for ten minutes. He and John are a platonic life partners, he and Sheehan are nonplatonic life partners, the little things nothing incredibly revealing about the probably incredibly fucked up things he's been through being attached to John for how ever long.

[He assumes it's a lot, John being what he is, his fucked up little finger, the scars he's seen flashes of. You don't live attached to something like that and get out easy.]

Mmm. Well...couple of things I should clarify on my end, I guess.

Especially because this isn't me apologizing for Arthur. Because at the end of the day, he is a giant, gaping asshole and a prick.

And he can be incredibly empathic and kind, when he doesn't get in his own way.

Does the title the King in Yellow mean anything to you Hanna?

Please say no more about Arthur's massive, gaping asshole. I'm good.

[He had seen some of that attempt at empathy despite the wrong words coming out of his mouth, but it really hadn't helped him not want to punch his face.]

That's part of what John was, yeah? A great old one with a fucked up list of words after 'god of-'?

Dawww. I'll stop.

[She chuckled a bit. She hit him too, so. Can't deny he's very punchable.]

Yes, that was what John yes to be, with a million years and more of apathy and disinterest of humans behind him.

And Arthur was someone he decided he would step away from all the power, the abilities- all of it. Arthur is the one who taught him initially what humanity is, on a deep emotional level.

Let that sink in a bit. What does that tell you?

[Hanna isn't sure that he needs the Arthur Lester Pep talk, but he doesn't mind it.

He does think about it a moment though, since she asked him to.]

That Arthur is capable of being frustratingly tenacious, and I'm shocked that I got him to leave me alone.

[He says it with a smile obvious in his tone though.]

[Oh, this isn't a pep talk, he'll get that Another Time.]

Oh yeah. He is stubborn when he wants to get his point across.

However. That also means two things.

He's been in fairly dangerous situations where he has been utterly helpless.

It also means he left you alone because he likely wanted to offer you kindness—or give you a chance to think—or both.

Probably both. I think I started to irritate him after we started uh...talking again. And then he left.

[Because he's not about to tell her he started crying.]

[She can't help it; she offered a bark of a laugh.]

Hanna? That man isn't that easy to annoy into leaving.

Believe me. There's a reason I needed help to irritate the bastard.

I don't think he left just because he was irritated, more like he knew I wasn't going to give him anything else.

Probably biding his time.

Until he could pounce on you and suck you dry of information?

And you wither into a dramatically sad husk, to be cradled in your beloved arms as they scream 'noooooo'! Dramatically as the camera pans out?

Who says I'm not already a sad, husk? [This is a terrible joke and he knows it.]

But aside from the tell all bit, that could probably happen.

No, you're a ginger husk.

[She laughs again.]

Hanna, please. He's not some ghoul. Give him a little respect.

Hey, you said it, I was just agreeing with your weird narrative.

[Making fun of Arthur is kind of making him feel a little better though. That's nice.]

How is it with you and him by the way? You gonna stop fucking with him soon?

With the Arthur the information sucking vampire?

I was making fun of you, a bit.

As for him and I, we're okay. I stopped fucking with him.

For now.

When are you not? I just expect most things you say are that anyways. [He knows her well enough by now, it doesn't bother him at all any more.]

But that's good! I'm glad. So long as he's not shoving his fingers indelicately where they shouldn't hopefully that'll be good for you both.

I mean to be fair, I also make fun of myself all the time.

[Still...her laugh is gentler this time.]

Really Hanna, you don't have to worry. Arthur is a good match for me. If you hear us insult each other or anything, that's just...how we express affection for one another.

Friendly affection.

If you insult everyone equally it's not mean, or something? Maybe?

[He does like that she thinks so though. He had some thoughts given her age and how she held herself on how well she'd do with something permanent.]

Good. That's how it should be.

More like there's no need to take anyone seriously- including myself.

And I don't mean insults until I mean them, if that makes sense.

So, if Arthur gives you trouble or you don't get him, ask me. I'll advise where I can.

Oh, I get it. I mean, I could call you a knob head or what ever, but you would know if I actually meant it.

Just how Fuck is a very versatile word if you use tone right.

But I think I can swing it without the Arthur Spark notes, I'll definitely keep it in mind though.

Fuck is a very good word for like, all sorts of circumstances.

Also, every time we call each other fuckwit, he's about to have the giggles.

Also Also, I've already broken his nose once. I have no problem doing it again within reason.

He's like a stick. Just...breakable.

[Hanna raises an eyebrow at that, knows Arthur is, unfortunately, almost as thin as he is. That shouldn't be possible when you're not as fucked up as he is.]

If you say Arthur is fragile I might come break your nose.

[That causes a whoop of laughter. Sorry Hanna.]

No, he's absolutely isn't fragile. He'd break my nose if I said that, and I'd let him.

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