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[chrisisofaith]

Dr. McCoy, huh?

[He remembers that name too from the discussion of the room, and not as fondly.]

Alright, I’ll talk to him, he’ll need to know the risks.

Do you want to be part of the conversation or as far as possible for association?

[compellingstatement]

He wants to be my friend, apparently.
I think this is his way of helping, at least.

[So, there's... that.]

As for Kirk, I don't mind being part of the conversation if you think it would actually help.

[chrisisofaith]

I see.

[Not his place, Jon’s his own keeper and who he thinks is worth friendship is his own business. Even if it sits ill in him.]

I think this is your project and I’ve no interest in closing the door on you unless your hand’s on the handle to do so.

I’ll arrange it, find a place and time, just need word on headcount.

[compellingstatement]

[Jon can feel the disapproval through the text.]

I've told him in no uncertain terms that we aren't friends, and him acting like we are was a problem.
He's backed off since then.
This was the first thing he's contacted me about since that conversation.

[...]

And if you don't think I'll be a detriment, I'd like to be present for the discussion.

[chrisisofaith]

[Huh…that actually puts a bit of a smile on his face.]

Don’t think it’ll be a detriment; I want your thoughts too.

Proud of you, though. That’s a tough line to hold for a lot of people.

[And considering what Jon had said last time…]

Hope he keeps listening.

[compellingstatement]

I'm not actually friendly, Chris.
It wasn't that difficult.

[Being a rude bastard at people? He was born for that. Granted, the conversation with McCoy had been a lot more emotionally tense than that with an attempt not to rake him too hard over the coals. But still!]

[chrisisofaith]

I know it. you’re a right pain.

[And he likes it.]

Keep it up.

Now then. Two days. Thinking Guiltea.

[compellingstatement]

[Jon's mostly been to Honestea, but he supposes... downstairs would be better for secrecy.]

Provided nothing weird goes on down there, that's fine. I've not been.

[chrisisofaith]

Only been twice myself and once for a punishment for me.

[And he hadn't really been back since, but this seemed like the kind of thing to stow in a corner there.]

Can't promise there won't be weird around, but we can find a quiet corner and keep our heads down, no one's gonna come looking or ask questions.

[compellingstatement]

All right.
I'll leave it to you, then, and be there when we need to be.

[chrisisofaith]

Thank you for the lead, Jon.