4.02

[burninhale]

Well, this is it. This is the end. I've been stabbed, shot, electrocuted, set on fire, come back from the dead, and this is what did it. I'm ready to lie down in a grave now. It's all gone, it's over, farewell.








Except coffins and grave plots actually cost money. Which we no longer have. Add to that —

...

No, let's focus on the money. I don't think we need to discuss anything else.

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[smilederek]

[Peter. You know how Derek hates to smile. He manages to resist the urge, even though your suggestion quietly pleases him.]

There are probably some cellars on our land that haven't collapsed yet.

[Pause.]

You never realize how many cellars your family has, until your home is finally bulldozed.

[CONVERSATIONALIST, DEREK HALE.]

[burninhale]

[ Derek, if you don't use those muscles every now and then, they'll atrophy! (Probably the snarling and extreme grimaces will exercise them.) ]

That — ... those two sentences are simultaneously the two saddest things I've ever heard you say. We're not going to live in a cellar, Derek. I mean, we're not, separately, either of us, going to live in cellars, no matter how many there are.

[smilederek]

I wasn't talking about living in one myself.

I still have the subway.

[It's kind of like a giant fancy cellar full of trains.]

[burninhale]

That counts as a cellar. It's a cellar that has more crap in it. Jesus, at least that industrial nightmare you called a loft had windows. Listen, if teenagers think of your house as an ideal place to hold a rave, that's a sign.

[smilederek]

My loft has good acoustics.

[And a rugged, empty charm.]

[burninhale]

It might be useful for testing your next date. Bring her back to that and if she's okay with it, she might be another psycho.

[smilederek]

On the other hand, you're living proof that not all murderous psychopaths appreciate my loft.

[burninhale]

It goes hand in hand with not wanting to sleep with you.