PC CATCHALL WITH NERO

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NO!

[Give him a little bit.]

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Right! Right.

[Right.]

[He's just. Sitting down on the counter.]

You take your time.

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[He's going to beat this mixture within an inch of its life.

This is going to be a delicious cake.]

This fuckin' place sucks. I hate goin' to trial- I hate people' dying! I HATE that people are bein' controlled and I hate that I HAVE ANOTHER JOB I GOTTA FIGURE OUT!!

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I hate all of that too.

[He says, quietly.]

[Wow, Nero really yelling the stuff he wants to yell.]

....What other job?

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THE ONE WITH THE SYMBOLS.

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Oh. Right.

[Poor Nero.]

I'll help you with that. So don't you worry.

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I don't even know where to begin with that fuckin' thunderbolt!! It doesn't mean inspiration, it doesn't mean free will, it doesn't mean kill! WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT MEAN!!! It's not PREVENT EITHER!!

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[He thinks about it.]

Maybe "omen"? A sign of something bad to come.

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EVERYTHING BAD IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!!

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[And then, somebody out there does him a favor and breaks the curse.

He sags with the weight of screaming his lungs out and the emotions that were forced to the surface.]

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....

[...!]

[He's jumping off the counter to go and grasp the other's shoulder.]

My dear fellow, are you alright?

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[He allows himself to lean into the touch.]

Curse broke. Pretty sure.

[He is so tired.]

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...

[Yeah, no, that's not enough. Nero is his friend. He's moving to hug him, lightly, around his shoulders.]

I'm glad it did.

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[There's a moment before he hugs him back.]

Feels like a hangover...

[Sometimes you have too many emotions.]

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I can imagine how tiring it must be for you, my dear friend.

[He sighs.]

Do you want to sit down for a moment?

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[ Thinking about it. ]

... Yeah, that would be good.

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[He shifts to put an arm around the other's shoulders, guiding him to a table to sit down.]

You'll need a lot of rest, Mr. Turner.

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[He sits down and puts his face in his hands.]

Could really use a break.

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Of course. Especially after what you had just went through.

[Just giving a squeeze to his shoulder.]

Do you want to drink something, perhaps? Water?

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... Yeah, I think water would be good.

[



oh no he was screaming about bradley.]

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Water it is.

[Leaving and coming back with a glass!]

Here you go.

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[He will... quietly sip his water for a bit.]

Thanks, Sholmes.

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You're welcome.

[He leans on his knees, with a sigh.]

It's been...a long week, hasn't it.

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Yes... It really has been.

How're you holdin' up?

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Honestly, Mr. Turner? Poorly. Quite poorly.