[It takes two false starts before he finally manages to formulate his ultimate reply; the first one starts with What do YOU think are my best f and the second makes it halfway to Then shouldn't I match you, because you're my b, and then he sets his watch aside and drinks his coffee and chews on his cinnamon roll until the compulsion to be an absolute fucking disaster leaves his body like an exorcism.]
I saw something at the Nest recently that I liked. Can I charge it to your room?
[It won't escape Tseng's notice, he knows, that he asked. Not just stated an intention and expected acquiescence. The fun of guidance is the reward of approval.]
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I saw something at the Nest recently that I liked. Can I charge it to your room?
[It won't escape Tseng's notice, he knows, that he asked. Not just stated an intention and expected acquiescence. The fun of guidance is the reward of approval.]