021.

[brokenweapon]

[Written, because he doesn't trust his voice right now. Also, content subject to change as backthread continues. Watch this space.]

I take back everything bad I've said about the other ports.

[Private to Costigan.]
I need a drink, and you probably do too.

Spoke to Nygma during the port, by the way. Thought you might want to know.

[Private to Claire.]
Are you okay? I'm sorry I wasn't able to find you.

[Private to Slade.]
Thank you.

[Private to the Admiral.]
Please restore my inmate's powers. He deserves to have them back.

Comments

[Private] a few hours after the fact

[terminates.livejournal.com]

[Written, because so very awkward.]

I think it goes both ways.

[Yes, that is his way of saying 'thank you'. Normal human interaction, what is that. :|]

[Private]

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[They are the lords of Awkward Land.]

Enjoy them.

[Private]

[terminates.livejournal.com]

[Totes. There is definitely a looooong ass pause here, too.]

CES.

[Which is totally clear and understandable.]

[Private]

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[Beat.]

When?

[Private]

[terminates.livejournal.com]

When you're up to it.

[Private] - That was just like a glove slap I hope you know

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

Thirty minutes.

[Private] - At least it was unintentional?

[terminates.livejournal.com]

Try several days, and maybe I'll consider it.

[Private] - Bah humbug. He knows Slade is right, though.

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Okay.