[Jacobi's is infectious, and Tim huffs out a laugh as well. Brief as it is, it's genuine too. He has to wonder how much the real Sasha would like Jacobi. She'd liked him, he knew that for sure.]
Martin's, actually. Bring back all the Archive assistants who died in the line of duty to the Fears. Jon's and Gertrude's.
Yeah, believe me. We all know it. But when literally everything you remember about someone who meant the world to you is-- [He pauses, just for a second, and tries again.] When it might be all completely fake and you have no, possible way to verify it, it's just...
[And, again, Tim's given him ammo. He's given him yet another way to hurt him. And not just hurt him, but another weakness that can absolutely destroy him. Jacobi sits with that for a long moment, but finds the thought of using Sasha against Tim to be - detestable.
[Tim's arm lifts, a hand resting on Jacobi's shoulder for long enough to give him a tight squeeze. Still brief, but just long enough.]
Thanks.
[And when he unloops himself from Jacobi, so he can squat down and look at Jacobi's handiwork, there's a visible difference in how he holds himself. Looser, less tense - relaxed. Genuinely relieved and relaxed.]
Oh sure, I've definitely thought about giving up my really lucrative career in legal crime where I get to blow things up to follow in the footsteps of Jesus Christ.
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Martin's, actually. Bring back all the Archive assistants who died in the line of duty to the Fears. Jon's and Gertrude's.
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[As long as there's a plan of some kind. He had thought as much, but he likes to make sure.] Thanks for telling me. About her.
Everyone talks around her, which isn't actually a great sign.
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Easier.
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Well, now I know not to ask.
[And, again, Tim's given him ammo. He's given him yet another way to hurt him. And not just hurt him, but another weakness that can absolutely destroy him. Jacobi sits with that for a long moment, but finds the thought of using Sasha against Tim to be - detestable.
He glances back.]
Your couch should be fixed.
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Thanks.
[And when he unloops himself from Jacobi, so he can squat down and look at Jacobi's handiwork, there's a visible difference in how he holds himself. Looser, less tense - relaxed. Genuinely relieved and relaxed.]
You ever thought about getting into carpentry?
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[He rolls his eyes.]
Don't be stupid. Have a beer with me.
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As a hobby or something, wanker. You like doing shit with your hands, the complex shit requires meticulous forethought.
[He grabs the couch as he's talking, pulling it forward and lowering it back to the ground, scooping up one of the beers as he flops down.]
But pardon me for trying to enrich your life.
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You are so pardoned for suggesting such a menial task.