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[workaphilic]

[There are a lot of things he could take away from the past week. A lot of things he has taken away. But there's only one that's worth mentioning publicly on the journal with the amount of urgency he's displaying now.]

I want to learn how to do that. [A beat. Clarifying:] The magic. It doesn't have to be that exact type, I'm not picky. I don't care about anything advanced, it just makes things easier.

If you'll teach, I'll pay you. I don't care. Just as long as it's quick.

[A pause. His pen taps restlessly.]

If your instinct is to tell me it can't be done, go away. I'm not talking to you.

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[workaphilic]

If you say so.

[There's a deliberate edge of wistful disappointment, but that's all. He won't push it any more than that.]

[indirectcause]

[Sorry, bro, maybe one day when he's feeling especially depressed he'll dump some random fun times on you]

Thanks.

[workaphilic]

[He has a flatmate with PTSD, he knows when to push his luck and when to back off.

Dropping it for now doesn't mean dropping it for good, though.

He hums an acknowledgement, and that's that.]

[indirectcause]

[Until next time, Mr. Holmes]