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[Dick looks a tiny bit in shock when he turns on the video feed and slowly holds up this enthusiastically patterned sweater for everyone to see.]

This is the third hideous sweater I've gotten from the Admiral since I got here. [Two years, Three Christmases. It's depressing. :|

He doesn't have much more to say besides that and reaches over to click off the camera.]

[Private to Tim]

I guess I should take the fact that there haven't been any reports of you or Jan winding up in the infirmary as a good thing?

[Private to Sara]

Are you ready for the next chapter in the "Awkward Ways in Which Sara is Introduced to Dick's Psychotic Family" saga?

[Private to Dean]

Any luck with Buffy?

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[Instead of answering the actual question - no, no luck, but then that's typical and he doesn't know why he's surprised - Dean replies somewhat belatedly, instead:]

Be a year for me in about a week.

[He's calmer now than he was before. Resigned. Sounds about normal, but there's the lackluster quality to his voice that gives it away.

Fuck these past two years.]

[They have pretty much sucked, it's true.]

Sorry. [It's genuinely sympathetic, but not pitying. It sucks that the Barge pulls this stuff, and he knows better than to suggest maybe she'll be back, because there's a greater chance she won't.] Do you need anything?

[He didn't want to talk about Buffy; he'd intended not to talk about Buffy. It's useless to talk about it because she's going to be back and she'll explain it then.

But when he opens his mouth to say that no, he's fine, thanks for asking, what comes out is,]

Did she say anything to you?

I haven't talked to her in a while. [And when they had, she definitely hadn't said anything about thinking about leaving. But that didn't always mean anything here.]

Me either.

I mean, yeah, little bullshit things. Kinda chilly today. Ugh, I hate ravioli night. Off to work out. Things like that.

[He's quiet for a moment, tapering off like he might've said more and just opted out. Papers rustling, the chair he's sitting in creaking, the heavy thump of his workboots being propped up on his desk.

He desperately wants to reset his mood and this conversation, so he sounds a bit more neutral when he tries again.]

You and me haven't, either. How's things?

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[Dick doesn't push him. If he wants to talk, Dean knows he'll be there to listen or bounce ideas off of or whatever, and he can read the cue for I need a distraction, so he's fine with the subject change.]

Fine. I tried to jump Rorschach in port, he kicked my ass and tied me up in a closet for the last day or so. [So some scrapes and bruises and a concussion, but obviously he's got some small healing factor going on here or something because his brain hasn't been reduced to mush yet.] Jason's here. The new arrival talking about space travel.

Really? He got the drop on you? Kon stopped me from tearing that place down with a fire poker, or trying to anyway. I thought we were s'posed to be watching them?

[Dean is doing his damnedest to shove it all down where it goes. He may have driven Buffy away by being a childish ass before when things didn't go his way; he's not going to miss a second chance to be more considerate of her (possible) choices if that's what this is.

That's the intention, anyway. It gets easier when Dick throws out the Jason distraction.]

Your universe or?

I wasn't exactly at the top of my game. [And he doesn't really want to talk about how he was hearing Slade, Blockbuster and Tarantula egging him on the whole time, and how he'd really just wanted to hit him and keep going and just. Yeah.

Let's not talk about the Overlook. B(]

Mine, best I can figure so far.

[Geez fine, twist his arm why don't you.

Yes, let's talk about your crazyass family instead. That's always a safer topic, right?

Dean has never been so glad to have a small, closeknit family.]

That good or bad? I mean, I didn't pay much attention, I was... ...I didn't pay much attention.

Dean, it's fine. Believe me, I get it. [He'd rather be able to get away with not paying much attention to the whole thing, to be honest. :c]

It's not great, but I guess it could always be worse. He's kind of an asshole and he hates Tim, so basically he should be fun to have around. [Sarcasm. B(]

[Dean shrugs, even though he's forgotten it's video and it won't be visible; it's still semi-audible in his voice, even so. It's not fine, but it's the best he can do, so he'll have to deal with it.]

Well, that's one of the requirements to get in, isn't it? Must Be Fun To Have Around Only Not Ever?

Okay, good point. [Similarly, you can probably hear the smile there.] Be careful with him, he can be kind of unstable.

[A mock-offended scoff.]

Me? I'm the very soul of caution. And I always think before I speak. And stay out of trouble.

Yes, all of those things are totally what I think of when someone asks to describe you.

Flattery will get you everywhere.

[And then something that isn't quite a sigh, but close to it before Dean is back, faking cheerful again.]

Look, holler if you find anything. I need to run and see what the problem is in the showers before we have a flooded hallway or something.

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