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[ No drop at all? Weird. Adolphe is so weird. Do you think that well of him, or do you hate him that much already? He'd have an opinion if Adolphe killed someone, he thinks. He's not sure what opinion it would be, but it would exist. ]

Wow. It was just a hypothetical. A joke.

[ He puts the plastic wrap down, smoothing it out with both fingers so the creases might come out (they won't). ]

I think most people don't kill for fun. They have that much left.

You should stick to your dangerous job. Comedian wouldn't work out for you.

[ You're bad at jokes. That isn't his fault, is it? It's Saheon's.

They can only have hypothetical emotions with hypotheticals, but Adolphe isn't without sin, either. He wants to focus on intent and aftermath. ]

Yeah? We are talking about you right now. I don't care about most people, or a few people.

...I don't want another job.

[ But he could probably do any sort of job if he didn't want to do this job, Adolphe. You wouldn't be a good comedian either, Adolphe. ]

You're getting so caught up in an hypothetical. Am I supposed to play along with you now?

[ He sighs, as if this isn't a confession and Adolphe is just being insane. If the other man doesn't care about most people, Saheon takes that idea to its most minimal extreme. But if they're the same, then really, what's the harm of at least telling a few truths. ]

I don't kill for fun, and I didn't touch anyone down there. I didn't fight anyone at all.

You drive me nuts.

[ Grumbled. Saheon makes his head spin all the time, not even sometimes.

Not that Adolphe was playing along earlier, but trying to steer them back to the root of it all—why were you trying to drown yourself in alcohol out there? The bottle still sits on the kitchen island, right in front of them both, but he ignores it to fetch two water bottles from the cabinet.

One for you, but in terms of words there are none. He stays quiet while he screws off the cap of his bottle, just letting Saheon command the silence instead.

Say all you want or say nothing at all. He's still here. ]

If you say that, I made a good point, right?

[ After so many repetitions, it seems to be Adolphe's default for trying to end conversations he's not keen on. The thought of winning, even something as pointless as being too difficult for Adolphe to keep up with in a conversation brightens his mood a degree. The water on the table sits untouched, but he doesn't grab for the alcohol when Adolphe's back is turned.

The silence does stretch on for quit a while. Saheon watches Adolphe's reactions, or lack thereof until he finally speaks again. ]

Let me...try another hypothetical then. Just a hypothetical. I just want to know what you think, since I'm so crazy. [ He lifts the glass of water to waggle it. ]

Would you ever pray to a higher being for something?

It doesn't mean that.

[ Don't get it twisted? It simply means you make his head spin, Saheon. Maybe you make good points one time, maybe you make bad points another time, and Adolphe is here suffering regardless.

Aside from his small utterance, he comfortably drinks water and relaxes. Saheon assumes Adolphe thinks he's crazy, which is right, so no correction here. He tenses at the mention of prayer, knots forming in his stomach. ]

I've been desperate before, yeah. Never got an answer to any of it.

[ Does it count? Where are you going with this? ]

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