[ He goes to call after him, but any words die in his throat, and he falters. What could he possibly say to right any of that? Gerry wasn't wrong, there certainly was a track record Jon decided to live up to, today. He closes the door gently and sighs.
Suppose he ought to start calling him Gerard again. ]
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Get bent, Sims. This is exactly what I get for trusting another fucking Archivist.
[ He storms out, plans to hang out all but forgotten. He needs to get this back to Cecil as soon as possible. ]
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Suppose he ought to start calling him Gerard again. ]