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[ Scott's glasses hide a lot of his expressions, in general so at least things like 'narrowed eyes' don't convey. ]

And how old are you now?

[Locus crossed his arms over his chest. This line of questioning was beginning to get on his nerves. He answered anyway.]

Thirty-three.

[ Well, that's a good thing. Also he is immune to things like irritation and anger.]

So you understand the benefit of a backup plan and adequate information in case of all of the shit hitting the fan.

Yes.

[No one actually thinks Felix plans any of their jobs and mission parameters, do they. Because it's ~~mostly~~ all Locus.

He likes a good strategy. One day maybe he'll discover strategy video games exist and get hooked on them.]

Great.

[ There's actually a (brief) smile at that.]

Then do us both the favor of considering that some of these questions aren't about my intentions, but about the inevitability of the city pulling some stunt and wanting to be as prepared as I can be.

Keep being suspicious, but I don't have any interest in controlling you or having any kind of... sexual contact with you

But I'm going to have contingency plans as best I can to both aid in avoiding both of those and dealing with things I can't predict.

[Locus tilted his head to one side slightly.]

I didn't imply anything of the sort. You can do whatever you like.

I merely have no intention on relying on anyone else.

[He had his own plans, and unfortunately for Scott, the mutant wasn't any part of them. At least not yet.

Time. It would take time and effort to get to know him. To earn trust. Good luck with that.]

[ Scott isn't... actually likely to make Locus into some kind of project. He's just very aware that his luck is shit and Duplicity is what it is.

In short 'not rely on anyone else' is the plan. The contingency is 'make sure he's not allergic to dogs' level of information gathering so he knows which way to jump when the plan inevitably fails.

But meanwhile. ]

I'm not sure what 'you didn't imply' is in response to. I'm terrible at people, and communication that's not a barked set of orders, though. I'm just trying to explain why 'are you allergic to dogs' is a thing that's coming up.

[Locus snorted in what was probably agreement with the line "terrible with people." The irony was not lost on him but the reaction was genuine nonetheless.]

Obviously. I've been told the same but I think you're winning this time. [And that's a lot coming from Locus of all people. Not that he cares.] Fine. If you want to play twenty questions, then keep going. It's pointless but if it makes you feel better... you can pretend to be a leader.

[That would make this easier, wouldn't it? Locus knew how to obey orders from a CO. That was what he was made for.]

It's a brick wall, trying to converse with a concrete one. I don't know what else anyone would expect.

f[ Dry humor, but definitely humor. ]

But I've actively been a leader for more than twenty years. It translates like shit here, but the pretend is usually 'to be a person', thanks.

[He snorted in the closest reaction to amusement of the dry humor as he was like to ever give. Then, quietly to the last part:]

...that was more for me than you.

[If Scott was a leader back home for real then...Locus wasn't certain what he thought yet. Maybe they were both bad at it.]

[ He considers that for about a half second and then actually gives a tired kind of half-smile. ]

Okay.

[ He isn't going to dig into that too hard. He gets it though and that okay kind of comes with some more gentleness than he's been using in his tone. ]

Look, long story short - you've got a key. I'm going to throw some basic supplies in one of the two empty rooms. I'm not going to chase you down but if shit hits the fan, you know it's there. Fair?

[If anything the gentleness irks him but beyond a surpressed shifting and working of his jaw as he looks anywhere other than at Scott--he keeps the reaction to himself.]

Acknowledged.

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