Not the most politically correct. But the support staff, the accountants, lawyers kept on staff for all the sexual harassment claims. That kind of dealio.
Shall I play the narcissist and deliver my lines? [ Alice adopts a cloying sort of tone to her singsong. ] 'Haven't you heard, John? There isn't anyone like me. Not a one.'
[ John would be if he simply let go. But he doesn't, or hasn't yet. ]
It proceeds rather predictably, I'm afraid. Seems no matter how hard I try to be unsuspecting— [ She grins, her expression bright to and her eyes almost wet in their enthusiasm. A catch of breath, an exhale. ] —I always happen to know what comes next.
[ She mocks at rueful then, for a moment. ] Ah, the plight of the brilliant and 'criminally insane'.
[ the plight. and suddenly he thinks of the bewildered expressions his unit had turned to him when he'd spoken of black holes, as if he were babbling on without cause.
there's a pause, and then. ]
All terribly predictable, innit? Might do with switching the order.
It'd stop being the alphabet then, wouldn't it? Order's what defines it. What keeps it from simply being a random assortment of letters that have no meaning. Switch the order, and it falls into chaos. [ Alice's grin changes shape, changes tone and timber. A pause. ] You think you're an alphabet, sometimes, don't you John. That's what you're afraid of.
[ The words are but a breath away. Run away with me. ] But you're not.
A man, if I recall correctly. [ Men. What wild and messy creatures, so often straining against the tethers of their own existences, trying to force themselves into definitions too small or short-sighted or spurious to ever fully contain them. ]
Don't 'ave to think it through if it's gonna work, yeah? [ The question mark is just there for gramatical completeness, because Jenny knows whats up and whats down and John's got this mad ability to make it work from either angle. ]
Only got to think it through if you're not sure it's gonna work.
[ because saying anything else would be a lie, because john wasn't the sort to think everything through. gut calls, split second decisions, he made them and willed them to work, and by the grace of god, they did most times. ]
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But it's hard to judge on incomplete figures, innit?
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[ John would be if he simply let go. But he doesn't, or hasn't yet. ]
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That'd serve, for the time being.
[ there's something like amusement in the corners of john's mouth. ]
How's the alphabet coming, Alice?
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[ She mocks at rueful then, for a moment. ] Ah, the plight of the brilliant and 'criminally insane'.
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there's a pause, and then. ]
All terribly predictable, innit? Might do with switching the order.
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[ The words are but a breath away. Run away with me. ] But you're not.
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Then what am I?
[ i can't ]
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[ there's almost amusement in his tone at that. ]
Can't say that's changed since you went on holiday.
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[ because saying anything else would be a lie, because john wasn't the sort to think everything through. gut calls, split second decisions, he made them and willed them to work, and by the grace of god, they did most times. ]