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"This is, uh. It's Jay. Leave a message, and I'll try to get back to you."

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[Practice makes perfect. He's talking about it like it's something manageable, something you can deal with if you just figure out how.

Awful lot like Real Tim, actually.]

And then it, what? Just...leaves you alone?

[Can it get bored?]

[pseudological]

I couldn't tell you.

[He's a Tim too, after all. He's a source all his own. He simply learned to accept it, instead of running from it the way the Real him did, pushing everything else back. As if that would be enough to hide from It.]

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[So he's still dealing with it. Even with everything he knows, he's still dealing with it.

Jay sighs, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.]

Look, if you need any help staying away from that thing, or--or finding somebody who's gone missing, just...

[Just what? He never found Amy, he never found Jessica, he only barely found Alex, and even with all his hotel-hopping and sleeping in cars, it still found him. It always found him.

When he speaks again, his voice is quieter, duller.]

...just let me know.

[pseudological]

[The sad default of Jay's existence, once again. The status quo loathes to be dispelled, jealous creature as it is. He cannot unseat the hierarchy of Its mental hold. Gods require worship, and they require sacrifice.

It's for the best that Jay cannot see his face. The smile would crack and splinter the entire exchange and leave it pieces at their feet.]

Of course.
And the same goes to you, Jay.

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And thanks, really.

[Jay dips his head, uncomfortable. He's not used to people being so helpful. He's not used to thanking them.]

If I need to get a hold of you, do I...what? Just start talking to a mirror?

[pseudological]

If I'm not around, you know how to leave a message.

[The writing works both ways, even if it's not strictly necessary most of the time. Most of the time. It's like leaving a voicemail.

Only he's not Alex Kralie, and he'll be answering it.]

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[He knows how to...? Oh, writing on the mirror. That makes sense. He sets the marker from before on a desk near the mirror.]

So, uh...see you around, I guess.

["See" isn't exactly the right word here, but he'll get the gist, right?]

[pseudological]

Be seeing you.

[Success. To start with, in any case. Paranoia is never that easy to disassemble, but he has a foot in the door where his Real likely has none. That's enough, for now.]