If you're sure. I don't want to be fucked over by a herb.
[After the 'breeding facility in an alternate reality' comment, that is the thing he chooses to respond to.
He makes sandwiches like he's on a production line, careless but efficient. Butter, cheese and ham, tomato sliced wafer thin. It's a minute before he gets around to saying anything else, although immediately clear he's been thinking in the meantime.]
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[After the 'breeding facility in an alternate reality' comment, that is the thing he chooses to respond to.
He makes sandwiches like he's on a production line, careless but efficient. Butter, cheese and ham, tomato sliced wafer thin. It's a minute before he gets around to saying anything else, although immediately clear he's been thinking in the meantime.]
But you still call him yours?