[He's tempted to shoot back something snotty, a classic "no" perhaps, but Fenris is already calling and... well, evidently this is happening.
Thank god Fenris immediately starts talking, too. Skipping straight past any preamble is exactly Harlan's speed. Even better, all he has to do for the moment is listen.
He's spent most of their conversation leaned up against the window of his hotel room, the lights off so he could survey the city below. He's on a high enough floor that he doesn't need to worry about privacy, but he pulls the curtain shut anyway, leaving just enough light peeking in to navigate the room. Fenris asks his question just as Harlan sits down on the edge of the bed.]
Obviously. Are you gonna gloss over that, too? "His head was removed." Come on.
[There's no real effort in the sassing, just nerves.]
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Thank god Fenris immediately starts talking, too. Skipping straight past any preamble is exactly Harlan's speed. Even better, all he has to do for the moment is listen.
He's spent most of their conversation leaned up against the window of his hotel room, the lights off so he could survey the city below. He's on a high enough floor that he doesn't need to worry about privacy, but he pulls the curtain shut anyway, leaving just enough light peeking in to navigate the room. Fenris asks his question just as Harlan sits down on the edge of the bed.]
Obviously. Are you gonna gloss over that, too? "His head was removed." Come on.
[There's no real effort in the sassing, just nerves.]