[ It's a fair point to make. Tony isn't spending too much time trying to remember most of what he allowed himself to get up to in the commune, the boundaries he just walked all over with strangers and friends alike. There's only so far he can go with it was about survival and I had no choice, the boilerplate reassurance only feeling more hollow every time he has to use it on himself.
So. Trying not to think too much about it. Looking down into Bob's big spaniel eyes is helpful in giving him an off-ramp towards something else to think about. ]
Remind me to get you to sign a contract next time.
[ But he's digging in his pocket, pulling out a handful of gacha coins that he spills into Bob's waiting palm. That done, he rests his hand on top of Bob's head in mock benediction. ]
Go forth, young man. May the gods of tiny plastic balls be kind.
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So. Trying not to think too much about it. Looking down into Bob's big spaniel eyes is helpful in giving him an off-ramp towards something else to think about. ]
Remind me to get you to sign a contract next time.
[ But he's digging in his pocket, pulling out a handful of gacha coins that he spills into Bob's waiting palm. That done, he rests his hand on top of Bob's head in mock benediction. ]
Go forth, young man. May the gods of tiny plastic balls be kind.