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[righthemisphere]

Totally different guy.

And the kicker is, he just went with it. It's not like he just never corrected me, he actively started pretending to be Hermann. Who he literally knows nothing about. What a dick move.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur laughs. What a silly situation.]

That is a dick move. You couldn't tell the difference?

[righthemisphere]

Not at all. But in my defense I'd only met the guy once for like a minute in an elevator.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur rubs his forehead, shaking his head and laughing softly.]

That is fucked up.

[righthemisphere]

Right? What a dick..

He's got good drugs, though.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur nods.]

That's good.

[righthemisphere]

[Raleigh takes a slow, heavy breath.]

I'm sorry man... I gotta lay down.

[specifiercity]

Yeah.

[He can't say he's surprised. He sighs and pauses before he stands, debating with himself on one last thing. Ultimately, he decides to ask.]

Raleigh, is this over?

[righthemisphere]

Over..

[Is what- Oh.]

I mean, pff... Yeah. Probably.

[specifiercity]

[Deep sigh.]

I hope so.

[No offense you look terrible.]

I'll see you around, alright? Call me if you need anything.

[righthemisphere]

I will.

[A beat. He turns to watch him leave over the back of the sofa.]

Hey Arthur? Thank you. You're a good friend.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur gives him a nod and an awkward smile, and then he heads out.]