Spy is sad his playmate is gone and their threads are lost to the ages

[not_onyourside]

I am not sad. Or depressed. Or whatever eet ees you are accusing me of.

Everyzzing ees fine.

And I do not want to talk about my feels or whatever nonsense you are speaking of.

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[hasstandards]

What the bloody hell is a feel? S'that anything like feelings?

[not_onyourside]

I assume so. She ees not elaborating.

[hasstandards]

Then you probably don't want to know.

[not_onyourside]

Whatever eet ees I do not want to talk about eet. Especially not wez her.

[hasstandards]

[A pause. He's going to regret asking this.]

And why would she be thinkin' you're depressed? You actin' like a wet cat?

[not_onyourside]

No!

[Yes.]

[hasstandards]

Soundin' awful touchy there, mate.

[not_onyourside]

I am not!

[He crosses his arms and looks away. If there were prizes for sulking Spy would win them all.]

[hasstandards]

Really.

[Have a look of absolute disbelief.]

[not_onyourside]

I --

I am not touchy.

Everyzzing ees fine. Nozzing ees wrong at all. I do not know why she zhinks anyzzing ees wrong. I am a Spy. Zhis ees my life. Everyzzing ees completely normal and meaningless as eet should be.

Eets fine.

[hasstandards]

[He sighs. He does not want to talk about this, or what this is about, or anything about Spy. He knows too much as it is.]

You gonna keep lyin' about this?

[not_onyourside]

I am not --

[He takes a deep breath, staring intently at the ground.]

You would not want to know. Eets fine. All ees well.

[hasstandards]

So you are, then.

[not_onyourside]

[He sighs.]

I suppose.

[hasstandards]

Fine.

[Is he seething with silent disapproval behind that lineface of his? Absolutely.]

[not_onyourside]

[He's not looking at RED precisely so he doesn't have to see that barely contained seething rage.]

Oui.

And how are you today?

[hasstandards]

Aces. Just ace.

[He says that in a tone that is anything but.]

[not_onyourside]

Do not be mad at me! Zhis ees not my fault!

[hasstandards]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[not_onyourside]

You are all angry now. And I have not even done anyzzing.

[Spy reaches up to grind his palms into his eyes.]

Why are you so insufferable?

[hasstandards]

Not done anything? I'm not the one whose lyin' through his teeth to his—

[He grinds his teeth. 'Friend' is such a tough word, especially when he's mad.]

I'm not the insufferable one.

[not_onyourside]

I am only lying because I do not want to talk about eet.

Also you would not want to know anyway.

Would you razzer I tell you everyzzing ees terrible?

[hasstandards]

I'd rather you not treat me like some bloody ankle-biter who can't handle the truth, hidin' things from me.

[not_onyourside]

[ Spy looks back at Sniper defiantly. ]

Zhe man I was sleeping wez was killed and I was not zhere.

Zhere. Are we all happy now?

[hasstandards]

[That mild disgust creeping onto his face says he regrets this conversation at all, but his stubbornness won't let this be the end of it. Not when he knows Spy's still keeping things from him.]

Not until you stop keepin' secrets from me, I'm not.