Canon is The Player. Spoilers in comments.

[inthehouse]

We all deserve to have someone important in our lives. I'm not going to let him take that away from me, or Alex.

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[theplayer]

Seems too late for me.

[inthehouse]

I wouldn't say that.

Where have you been? I was going to send out a search party.

[theplayer]

Haven't exactly felt social.


I'm fine, for the most part.

[inthehouse]

That explains why you passed up the chance to laugh at my moment of humiliation. See if I give you that opportunity again.

[theplayer]

Oh, I'm sure drunk you will make another appearance for me.

[inthehouse]

What makes you so sure?

[theplayer]

You adore me.

[inthehouse]

Adore might be pushing it.

( but there's the tiniest smile tugging at the corner of her lips when she says that. )

[theplayer]

Oh I'm pretty sure you adore me.

[inthehouse]

I was under the impression you didn't much like me, Alex.

[theplayer]

You are the lesser of the two evils. You at least help me.

[inthehouse]

I'll take that as a backward compliment.

We need to find you some more friends, anyway. Since it does seem Detective Brown is quite angry with you.

[theplayer]

Well this gig doesn't bode well for friendships.

[inthehouse]

Oh please. Unless your mundane just wants you to talk to me all of the time, which I would not complain about.

[theplayer]

What about you? Made any friends?

[inthehouse]

Do the other people I have to share headspace with count? Then no.

[theplayer]

Yeah, no they don't. Interesting people up there at least?

[inthehouse]

An amnesiac woman covered in tattoos, another you, and then my mundane was tempted to create someone else so you had a friend.

( she says that last part like someone might get their child a pet. )

Charming, really.

[theplayer]

What sort of friend? I think being my friend or involved with me is dangerous.

[inthehouse]

Well, she's a nurse, so at least she could keep you from getting shot again.

[theplayer]

Well maybe not prevent me from getting shot.

[inthehouse]

Potato, po-tah-toe.

[theplayer]

Well it's true she'd just end up patching me up as your boss gets me nearly killed.

[inthehouse]

It's a thought. My mundane believes you'd take to it better than me offering to do the same.

Although if you want me to show up in your apartment, all you have to do is ask.

[theplayer]

Now why would you even want to do that?

[inthehouse]

Please, Alex. If I found you in the desert I would absolutely be nice enough not to let you die.