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[toabsolution]

My...domestic upset? The hell does that mean?

[oohforeshadowing]

Really, darling? Ask a grown-up.

Anyway, were you able to get in touch with any of your fellow cowpeople the other day?

[toabsolution]

Trouble -

[Sigh.]

Nope. Didn't try for it. Said my peace with ones at home. You find people to talk to? Seems like somethin' made for you.

[oohforeshadowing]

As tempting as it was to access a new audience, no. I chose to give it a miss.

[it's almost like they raised the subject because they have mixed feelings about it?? surely not you're imagining it]

[toabsolution]

Yeah? What about an old audience?

[oohforeshadowing]

What about them?

[toabsolution]

No one you want to talk to from home? Or who graduated?

[oohforeshadowing]

Not that I thought would be particularly willing to talk to me, no.

[toabsolution]

Yeah? Why not?

[oohforeshadowing]

Why do you think, warden?

[toabsolution]

I ain't the one that said it.

I know why you don't want to talk to anyone at home - why not anyone from here?

[oohforeshadowing]

Anyone from here who'd I be interested in speaking to is still here.

[toabsolution]

Alright.

It's a weird trick anyway. You could talk to anyone. Lots of people I don't want to talk to. More than ones I do.

[oohforeshadowing]

Then I suppose it's fortunate that we both had a quiet day of it, isn't it.

[DT are you gonna just say what's on your mind?? ever?? no??]

[toabsolution]

[There's a particular sigh that he reserves just for them. And he makes it now.]

You want to get a drink? Go for a walk?

[oohforeshadowing]

A drink would be lovely, warden. Lounge?

[toabsolution]

Yup. I'll save you a seat.

--

And he does, sitting at one of the tables with a glass of whiskey that he's nursing.

Hat off and on the table, he's got a notebook open that he's reading out of.

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble sashays in a few moments later and goes to make themself a cocktail.

"Writing your memoirs, darling?"

[toabsolution]

"Close. Readin' em. Before I got my memories back, I wrote down all the shit that happened in breaches after. Kept it from gettin' all mixed up in my head."

He closes it when they join him. "Whatcha make?" he asks, pointing to their drink.

[oohforeshadowing]

"It's called a grasshopper, apparently," Trouble says. It involves creme de menthe and creme de cacao, and comes out looking a very familiar pale shade of green.

"Does it help?" they wonder, taking a seat next to Jake and nodding at the book.

[toabsolution]

"Huh?" He's not really used to people showing too much interest, so it takes him a second.

"Oh. Yeah. It did. A lot, actually. Think I'll keep doin' it, even though I remember everything now."

[oohforeshadowing]

"Well, if you're going to make a habit of misplacing your memories it'll be useful to have a backup. Cheers," they add, and raise their glass before taking a sip.

[toabsolution]

He raises his glass and takes a small drink. "Ain't losin' my memories," he tells them with a huff. "Just got 'em back, after all."

He pauses. "How you been?"

[oohforeshadowing]

"Bored," they sigh. "I've thought about opportunities for performance, but what's the point? A captive audience makes everything so dull."

[toabsolution]

He leans forward. "Yeah? Wouldn't that make it better? Or you want to do somethin' different than gettin' on a stage?"