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[ Alan's lips quirk up into a ghost of a smile for the briefest of moments. ]

I think this is the first time you've admitted to liking anything.

[abyssalflames]

I am not wholly incapable of it.

[There is an echoing flicker of a smile, enough to suggest that he is at least attempting a moment of levity.]

Though I will not deny it is not something I have admitted to with great frequency.

[nonfictional]

Oh, no. It's better to brood.

[ Alan seems to genuinely mean that, too. He leans forward, clasping both hands together in a chessmaster-like pose. ]

So... You get my whole file, or just a snippet?

[abyssalflames]

I have neither. Temporary pairings are not granted any of an inmate's file.

[nonfictional]

[ Thank God, he thinks, but keeps it to himself. Nothing personal, Lahabrea.]

Well, I'm an open book.

[ Mostly. ]

Look--this'll be easy. Just a month and we can go back to being friends.

[abyssalflames]

I had not intended to leave our friendship to the wayside merely because of the Admiral's decision.

[nonfictional]

No, of course not, but you have to admit it's a bit....

[ He takes his hand, wiggles it in a see-saw, teeter-totter motion. ]

[abyssalflames]

There are things that will be different. But no more so than I would expect of any mentorship.

[nonfictional]

Ment--Heph, I don't need a mentor, I've got a pretty good path carved out for myself.

[abyssalflames]

Nor would I say you require one. But that is what acting as a warden entails to some degree, is it not?