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[fika]

( he should have known better.

if he follows the trail - of clues he'd taken little time to note and categorize at all in the short allowance of it that he's had here - he'd wonder how he missed the rest of them. too much wishful thinking to expect her to stop at lila alone, or the swedes, and now it's all blatantly obvious and glaringly red and his visceral distaste for that color is of no surprise.

this is a game they play. it would be difficult to call it anything but, and for all the times he's outplayed her, she hasn't ever been far behind.

the fact that she holds so much over him at this very moment is a damn big loss. and from that smile, she knows it too.

just the same, there is a cold understanding that he cannot be in two places at once. it's tempting, to turn back around but that's too close to running so he holds his ground, all sharp and harsh angles, jaw set. ) Insurance.

( getting his family back into the timeline they belong in (and averting the second world's end in the process) was the only thing he cared about - and the knowledge that this deal would come back up to bite him wouldn't be able to stop that. still, he should have known better. ) Really, you want to start that.

This isn't insurance. You're just playing with your food.

You realize your hostile takeover is only going to work if I do this, right? ( actually, he doesn't even know that. but what he does know is that she needs someone to do the dirty work, and none of the commission drones would be able to do what he can. hanging on by a thread of advantage, that. )

[weaponizer]

[ The Handler seems wholly unfazed by his hostility, by the frenetic sort of desperation that comes from a man who's spent the last several weeks running from one apocalypse to another. It's a real treat, seeing him like this, all frayed at the edges and wild eyed. It reminds her of the man she met at the end of the world, greedy for a way out, but still searching for himself in the rubble.

She sighs, tired of him already. ]

Bold of you to assume I would hedge my bets on you and only you. [ Her tone is even, lilting, as though she's only talking about the weather and not casually dropping the idea that she could be utilizing other means in the event of his failure. ]

I don't play with my food so much as I arrange it. I like a pretty, clean plate, and I plan what I eat when so that I can enjoy it to the fullest. I have to admit your family is very entertaining, the drunk one especially.

[ She sighs and turns to look up and down the street. ] I needed to be sure you hadn't gone back on your word. As I said. Insurance.

so sorry for the delay!!

[fika]

[ he should pull himself together and deprive her of the satisfaction of seeing the cracks, the hairline fractures spindling across a composure stretched very thin as it is.

he only realizes he's biting the inside of his lip when he tastes blood.

the truth is, she's good at getting under his skin. always has been, in the years spent in each other's orbit, that scratchy itch between his shoulders he never could seem to shake. its all he can do to not bristle at her words. in the end, he still does. ] Not worried you'll choke?

[ he isn't opposed to the idea, particularly. his hands are curled into fist, knuckled bone-white, before he pushes out a long sigh. the worst of the deal was already made and he had every intention of carrying it through. why not offer even more, if it keep his siblings from being her playthings. none of them deserve that, for all that they are.] What is it that you'd need from me in order to stop you from going to them.