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[engrishdetective]

Ugh, it's always handcuffs!

Someone come and get me out of these things; Blurr slapped some kind of cuffs on me and I can't even move now.

What a pain!

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[engrishdetective]

Something like that, sure.

Anyway. Thanks for the help.

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[mccrane]

Any time.

[He pauses.]

I mean that.

[Even if he wishes you weren't so brash. He'll let you go along, though, if you've got stuff to do.]

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[engrishdetective]

...Hm. I know.

[McCrane's always been willing.]

You gonna get all sappy on me now?

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[mccrane]

No.

[He glances back.]

That job belongs to Deckerd.

[Oh, there might be some wry-ness here.]

However, if there is something you want to talk about, I'm available to listen.

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[engrishdetective]

So glad we agree on that.

[Deckerd, at least. He would be.

At the offer, though. Gunmax pauses and leans his head to the side. Then he frowns to himself.]

...

[Where this all boils down to. He knows why, but talking's never easy for him. Not about this.

Gunmax clenches a hand and looks away.] Feh. Nothing to say.

Deckerd wants me to meet with him. I should get going.

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[mccrane]

[So there is something. He had barely had a hunch before, but this...]

[When Gunmax looks away, McCrane reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder, watching him for a moment as if debating what to say.]

That offer is always open.

[His hand drops, and he nods.] I have my own work to return to. Good luck.

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[engrishdetective]

Appreciated.

See you later, hm?

[He knows. He can trust McCrane and he does, but when it comes to this sore subject...

Well. Frankly, Gunmax can't even talk to Deckerd about it.

He steps away, heading out of the temple.]