Happy Thanksgiving. [ He raises a brow and waves a hand. Of course he'd noticed Mitch come in, but he hadn't greeted him. Things have been strictly professional since Monday, interactions kept only to what was necessary.
In other words, what Bradbury's job could be like if he didn't give so much of a shit about Mitch as a person. ]
Congratulations on surviving another year. [ The endless parade of commitments, he means. He raises a glass, filled with sadly unspiked cranberry juice, in a silent toast in Mitch's direction. ]
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In other words, what Bradbury's job could be like if he didn't give so much of a shit about Mitch as a person. ]
Congratulations on surviving another year. [ The endless parade of commitments, he means. He raises a glass, filled with sadly unspiked cranberry juice, in a silent toast in Mitch's direction. ]