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[dendarii]

"This is Miles. Leave a message and I'll respond to you at my earliest convenience."

The line has gone silent; any messages sent to this name only return an error.

Comments

[overemotionally]

Yeah, well we can't all be interdimensional travelers seeking out lost spouses in other universes like you, apparently.

[dendarii]

... Jim, please.

[overemotionally]

"Please" yourself. I can't imagine a universe where we're friends, let alone...that.

[dendarii]

Have you even tried here? To be friends.

[overemotionally]

...Okay first of all, I'm sure the idea of friends is illogical to a Vulcan or something. [Completely not sure about this of course but he's using it as a throwaway to get to his main point.]

Second...would you want to be friends with me after what I did? [Referring of course to the disaster on the bridge that happens after he beams back aboard the ship.]

[dendarii]

[ He makes a so-so gesture, honestly considering it. Hell, he'd been willing to befriend Lucifer right up until the incident at the Russian swear-in seminar... ]

I'd call myself friends with him. And of course I would. Hell, I'd like you better for it.

[overemotionally]

[Honestly, he should have known better by now than to ask Miles that. That sentiment is not one he tries to hide across the link. Mostly a general air of fond but exasperated God, you're ridiculous]

Let me know when one of your friends insults you through your dead mom and recently destroyed planet and you haul off and beat the hell out of them.

[dendarii]

[ ... Miles winces involuntarily. Yeah, that's kind of rough. ]

Even so. You should talk to him at least.

[overemotionally]

I am talking to him. How do you think we got around to him teaching me how to meditate?

[dendarii]

I meant about this, Jim.

[overemotionally]

[He frowns at Miles, waves his free hand.]

Eventually.