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[playtowin]

Is uh, this thing on?

[ Jason stares uneasily into the screen, eyes flickering from side to side back to device rapidly, almost as if he’s afraid he’s about to be ambushed at any moment. ]

I’m— Jesus. Fuck. I’m actually not Jesus, but I'm lost, and I know this is gonna sound crazy, but is any of this real? I’m not on shrooms, I haven’t done anything lately, and— Jesus.

[ his breath speeds up rapidly for a few seconds, before he finds his zen and calms down. Think of it as facetime, Jason. You’re using your iphone and talking to people and this is perfectly normal. Act natural, and nothing bad will happen. He cracks a small smile at the screen, although the warmth doesn't reach his eyes completely. ]

Sorry, let me start again. I’m Jason, and I’m a little lost.

[ a beat ]

Okay, really lost. And please don't give me the crazy purgatory talk again.

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[playtowin]

I bet the DoD pays better, so you got the better bargain.

but sorry about the whole awkward thing.

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[thewaythatiam]

I am paid a moderate amount, and can live comfortably.

It has not held me back in my life regardless of uneducated "best prognosis" guesses when I was a child. It is not easy sometimes, but I have had a fulfilling life thus far. I liked what I did for Fringe Division, and the agents I worked closely with are good people.

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[playtowin]

that sounds... seriously fucked up.

I'm pretty sure whoever gave you that 'best prognosis' crap when you were a kid was the awkward one. not you.

[ he cannot express his anger enough in keystrokes, but his tone of voice would be WHAT THE HEEEEELL ]