♐ fifty-eighth shot

[yeahihidmypants]

[He hadn't seen her in a while. Honestly, he thought it was just her being... well, he'd say her, but there were still nuances about her that he couldn't put his finger on. Maybe it had been something else, but he confirmed it with the name-plate check.

She was gone.

He didn't feel relief.

There's a soft clearing of his throat before he dictates:]


Those of you that knew Mer- that knew Tess Mercer, she's gone home.

Comments

[letsbe_clear]

Yeah, I do. Thanks, Ollie. And that goes both ways.

[yeahihidmypants]

I appreciate that, but I'll be fine. [He'll TOUGH IT OUT, through shooting things!]

[letsbe_clear]

Uh-huh.

[and that skepticism is all in her tone]

Still. You know where to find me.

[yeahihidmypants]

I do and the same goes for you.

[letsbe_clear]

I'll see you later, Ollie.

[yeahihidmypants]

Of course you will, Cordelia.