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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[empathicfault]

...ah.

[ He thought she'd been giving him a choice. But that wasn't what she'd said, was it? ]

Sure. Were you expecting me to say no? That I'd rather try it alone?

[cactusy]

I wasn't expecting anything. But I don't want you to think that if you'd said no, I would've said "too bad, so sad, I'm coming anyway", that's all.

[empathicfault]

Oh. Really? I thought you were noting that just now, so I'd know I--

[ All right, he's confusing himself, now. He clears his throat. ]

Forget it. Just thought you were pulling a Jack Crawford on me, that's all. -which, for the record, is basically "too bad, so sad." What would you have said?

[cactusy]

I figured you would, which is why I kinda wanted to talk about the hypothetical.

I would have asked why. I would have listened. If I thought the explanation was a good one, I would have said, okay, go do it and we'll talk about it after. If I thought the explanation was crap I would've told you I thought it was crap, and told you why I thought it was crap, and given you a chance to respond. It would have been a really annoying amount of talking.

[empathicfault]

[ That last bit surprises a chuckle out of Will. ]

Yeah, most likely. Okay. Thanks for letting me know. I'll go...set some meetings up, then.

[cactusy]

Okay. I'll see you when I see you.