"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."
It - it will take a few days. I don't have the money for a plane, you know, and there are various things to do first, pack and, um, take - take a shower and things.
[can he run? If he goes now maybe he can reach the Mexican border by morning, the Luggage can take him some of the way if it has to...]
Me? Run? When we've managed to reach such a bloodless agreement over this terrible misunderstanding? Wouldn't dream of it, I'm hurt you'd even imagine I would.
...But. Ah. What do you mean by that?
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It - it will take a few days. I don't have the money for a plane, you know, and there are various things to do first, pack and, um, take - take a shower and things.
[can he run? If he goes now maybe he can reach the Mexican border by morning, the Luggage can take him some of the way if it has to...]
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You know that there's nowhere on Earth that you can run from me, don't you? You should.
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[he manages to make the words sound lighter than the heavy, caged feeling suddenly weighing on his shoulders.]
Right. Well. A few days then.
[he is so fucked.]
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