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[expectremorse]

I need a hobby that does not require me to leave my room, isn't perverse, and isn't-[twitch] going out..

[Hoffman does not sound like he's slept. At all. He's mumbling.]

I can't do it. I can't fucking do it. I don't understand. Out of anyone she's here. I'm-

[And then he realizes the audio is still on]

FUCK[Then Quiet. Then A low slamming

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Spam

[19centconstable]

[There's a gentle knock on the door. Even George's knuckles sound concerned.]

Detective?

Spam

[expectremorse]

[Hoffman opens the door quickly. You can always tell just how he's feeling from how he looks. There's no control here, everything his messy. His shirt, his tie, his hair. Bleary and unkempt-and smelly. He might smell just a little.]

[His mouth opens and closes for a moment before he gestures for George to follow him in.]

....What did I do to piss the admiral off?

[his voice is small] ...seriously what did I do? I'll apologize to him for it.

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[19centconstable]

[George manages not to mention any ripeness.]

What's happened?

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[expectremorse]

...One of the people-

[He can't even say it.]

One of the people I...I maimed is here. As a warden.

[This is so awkward. She wasn't just a test. She was his first test, the first test he designed and built himself that was supposed to follow John's design. (He had never realized that until now) And afterwards he'd gone home and done things..]

...She's only gone one arm. Simone Betheson.

[He could recite her birthday by heart. Her favorite food, favorite ice cream flavor all the things he'd learned tailing that woman.]

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[19centconstable]

I see.

[That awkward moment, eh?]

Have you spoken to her?

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[expectremorse]

[Hoffman stares at him.]

...Are you out of your mind? Really? "Oh yeah by the way I sort of forced you to cut off your arm."

[he frowns] "Never mind that you foreclosed on my best friend's house but by the way I'm the guy that did it and..

[He might not be making lots of sense, throwing himself onto the bed]

....I can't do it. I can't. She's..fuck.

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[19centconstable]

[George sits beside him.]

That would be a rather inelegant way of putting it. It also isn't much of an apology.

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[expectremorse]

[He stops short] ...beg pardon?

Apology?

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[19centconstable]

You are sorry, aren't you?

Spam

[expectremorse]

[Hoffman's neck was tight. He stood and paced a few feet away before looking back.]

...Yes.

[He frowns] But that doesn't change that I know her favorite ice cream flavor is Carmel and Sea Salt. That her favorite food's pizza. That...she had thursdays and fridays off and she'd go shopping sometimes then.

She had a life George.

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[19centconstable]

[George nods.]

She did.

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[expectremorse]

...I took her arm.

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[19centconstable]

Yes. She's...certainly owed an apology for that.

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[expectremorse]

....I can't just-George-

[he sits, head in his hands] George, I liked her. I had... [It wasn't feelings. He doesn't know what it was]

....I'm scared

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[19centconstable]

Of what?

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[expectremorse]

[his eyes lower]

...You're going to make me say it? You're actually going to fucking make me say it? [he glared at him, furious.]

...No. I won't I fucking won't!