Listen, it's tempting. He's a big fan of compliments which inflate his shallow ego. But it's not the same if she doesn't mean it, so. He'll pass. No peace for her.

Nothing about this seems like art.

Isn't he always? Luckily for her, she causes him constant headaches. Okay, that doesn't sound lucky, but it does mean he's always well prepared. There's advil in his desk drawer.

He's assuming he pays enough attention to Sousa to know that.

Both, he supposes.

HE DID NOTHING WHAT THE FUCK

For probably the first time in his life, he really did do nothing.

Jesus Christ, for once he actually did nothing wrong. Nor actually had any intention of doing anything wrong.

Nothing new there, then.

Hm. Not a word to anyone, okay?

... okay, /now/ he might have inadvertently done something wrong.

Listen. He got exactly an hour and a half of sleep. He just wanted to drink his coffee in peace, for once.

.... and they thought 𝙝𝙚 was a complete ass.

He literally just breathed.

He knows. That’s not the point, though.

Oh, he’s sorry, he’ll just stop breathing, then.

There’s someone worse than him. 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚.

... Oh. Gee, thanks.

Just as he said; there really is someone worse than him.

No, he’s enjoying this far too much.