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[mr_apocalypse]

Wait wait wait, how the HELL do you know Stephanie Marsh?

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[lunambulist]

She asked me to help her hunt an SPN and then we sort of made friends I guess. I slept with her. Why?

[mr_apocalypse]

No reason, I suppose. Just a surprise.

[lunambulist]

I can't have friends?

[mr_apocalypse]

You can. I'm just protective of Stephie.

[lunambulist]

And not of your nephew? You think I'd hurt her? She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

[mr_apocalypse]

That's not what I meant.

Do you want me to be protective of you, Brandon? Do you want me to play dad and ask if you used protection because, god almighty, I really want to. Do you want me to ask if you were careful on the hunt and if you'd cleaned your weapons beforehand and if you were sure about taking a civilian along on something like that? Do you want me to ask if you have feelings for her?

Because I can be dad if you want (although obviously not your dad) but I know that you've been raised to be defensive by John, just like your grandfather raised us.

[lunambulist]

Oh my GOD, Leo. Are you my aunt or my uncle!?

[mr_apocalypse]

That's the good old Grenadier spirit!

Door's always open, kid.

[lunambulist]

She's just a girl, Leo.

[mr_apocalypse]

This conversation isn't even a little bit about Stephie anymore.

[lunambulist]

Yes. It is.

[mr_apocalypse]

Alright. Let's talk about you and Stephie then.

[lunambulist]

...fuck you.

[mr_apocalypse]

Like I said, Brandon, you know where I live if you need me. I'm okay with you being a little bitch about it.