I'd hoped he wouldn't try and assault anyone before we got through discussing that people matter whether you like them or not, but clearly my hopes were too high.
We have not wings, we cannot soar; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
[ A gentle note of wry empathy. ]
Having been in such a situation myself, I do not envy you that.
Consider, at least, this: he did not dispose of the cuffs. And he gave you the information precisely enough that had an extraordinary confluence of luck not occurred, you would have been able to return them to the victim.
[There's a few moments silence as he bites his tongue - he does appreciate the poetry, and Reid's support - and instead he just lets out a quiet sigh.]
I certainly do believe that he wouldn't have given that information out to anyone else so readily, if at all.
They've been delivered back to their rightful owner, then?
And believe me, it's an improvement in any sense of the word that you like that we were able to find the fucking things. Any earlier than now and he might have just thrown them overboard.
More than you already have? [There's a bitter humour lurking on the edges, though it's more clearly not aimed at Reid this time.] You've already gone above and beyond with assisting in this entire situation to begin with, Johnny, I can't express my thanks enough.
Historically my attitude tends to put itself aside until there's breathing room. When the situation is resolved, I'll be quick to assure you of my true self.
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How... how did everything go with your Mr. Mandrake?
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I'd hoped he wouldn't try and assault anyone before we got through discussing that people matter whether you like them or not, but clearly my hopes were too high.
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But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time.
[ A gentle note of wry empathy. ]
Having been in such a situation myself, I do not envy you that.
Consider, at least, this: he did not dispose of the cuffs. And he gave you the information precisely enough that had an extraordinary confluence of luck not occurred, you would have been able to return them to the victim.
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I certainly do believe that he wouldn't have given that information out to anyone else so readily, if at all.
They've been delivered back to their rightful owner, then?
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[ A breath out. ]
I don't suppose there's anything else I can do to help?
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Just as I know I have you.
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Thank you, brother. [And he does finally sound a little more relaxed. Fractionally, but still.]
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[ Much more wry. ]
And I'll remind you of that the next time something explodes in my face, hmm?
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