[ Nine to five, yeah, sure, Ian gets where he'd probably make the assumption. It would've been true, too, for the most part - once upon a time, before everything went to shit. ]
Sure.
[ He agrees mildly, settling one hip against the lip of his desk. ]
Also beats the fuckin' end of days.
[ It's not actually hyperbole. There's a frankness in his expression written in there somewhere between his lines of good humor and ease.
It's not a secret, not something he's sensitive about. Not something that brings up such trauma and sends him careening into dramatics.
It was the end of the fucking world, and he mostly drank his way through it until he woke up here, so. ]
Personally, I'm pretty psyched about the change of pace.
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Sure.
[ He agrees mildly, settling one hip against the lip of his desk. ]
Also beats the fuckin' end of days.
[ It's not actually hyperbole. There's a frankness in his expression written in there somewhere between his lines of good humor and ease.
It's not a secret, not something he's sensitive about. Not something that brings up such trauma and sends him careening into dramatics.
It was the end of the fucking world, and he mostly drank his way through it until he woke up here, so. ]
Personally, I'm pretty psyched about the change of pace.