JACK THOMPSON.

No, he’s enjoying this far too much.

Just as he said; there really is someone worse than him.

... Oh. Gee, thanks.

There’s someone worse than him. 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚.

Oh, he’s sorry, he’ll just stop breathing, then.

He knows. That’s not the point, though.

He literally just breathed.

.... and they thought 𝙝𝙚 was a complete ass.

Listen. He got exactly an hour and a half of sleep. He just wanted to drink his coffee in peace, for once.

... okay, /now/ he might have inadvertently done something wrong.

Hm. Not a word to anyone, okay?

Nothing new there, then.

Jesus Christ, for once he actually did nothing wrong. Nor actually had any intention of doing anything wrong.

For probably the first time in his life, he really did do nothing.

HE DID NOTHING WHAT THE FUCK

Both, he supposes.

He's assuming he pays enough attention to Sousa to know that.

Isn't he always? Luckily for her, she causes him constant headaches. Okay, that doesn't sound lucky, but it does mean he's always well prepared. There's advil in his desk drawer.

Nothing about this seems like art.

Listen, it's tempting. He's a big fan of compliments which inflate his shallow ego. But it's not the same if she doesn't mean it, so. He'll pass. No peace for her.