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[horndog]

Uh, hey there. I'm probably kinda busy at the moment, but leave a message and I'll get back to you. Oh, yeah, if this is an emergency, you should dial— Wait, fuck, it ain't 9-1-1 here, is it? ...Just call the cops and ask for me. [action/video/voice welcome!]

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[harepiece]

[The sudden deluge of an explanation actually makes Oz laugh a little, though it's not quite as spirited or energetic as it would usually be. Jason's really trying hard for him, isn't he...]

—Thanks. I mean it, really - thank you. And you aren't, either! [Even if he hadn't technically been alone wherever his game had played out, he'll try to provide the support of someone who has an immediate and complete understanding of the sort of pressures that role in particular came with. He may not have been the "detective", but he still understands exactly how Jason must have felt.]

You're a really good person. [A smile! Not beamish or energetic, but warm and soft all the same - one that's completely genuine.] I'm glad that you're here instead of there.

[horndog]

[ He gives Oz a pat on his shoulders, then pulls away fully with a warm, gentle smile of his own. That's the allotted amount of moements for a grown man, so he reverts to something a little more shy. ]

Well, I don't know about that. I just try to do what's right, that's all.

[ And in matters like this, Jason is at least humble. He rubs the back of his neck, then shrugs. ]

Either way, me too. This is weird on a whole 'nother level, but it's definitely better. Glad you mad it too.

[harepiece]

[JASON AND HIS MOEMENTS. Oz will cherish this one... What a great first impression, honestly; there's no faster way to really endear yourself to Oz.]

It sounds like you've been doing a good job with that, at least. [Just from the very little he already knows. Every person has their flaws, after all, but as long as they keep trying and fight for what they believe is right with all of their will - well, isn't that about all that can be asked for?]

Mm, it's still better here! And I think that the problems we do have are ones that can be fixed.

[horndog]

Well, I'm at least hopin' so. Would kinda suck if we couldn't.

[ TO SAY THE LEAST, JASON... But he steps back, putting his hands on his hips, then nods as he looks at the mess. ]

Anyway, you think you got this under control now? I probably should head back to the station.

[harepiece]

[DON'T BE SO CASUAL ABOUT THE POLICE DEPARTMENT POTENTIALLY BEING FULL OF FAILURES, JASON...

But Oz makes a little sound of acknowledgment at that, nodding once in return.]

Ah— yeah! I can finish cleaning on my own. Thanks again for helping.

[horndog]

Yeah, no problem. That's what I'm here for.

[ He gives Oz a pat on the shoulder, then tosses his towel onto the counter, since it's pretty full of extinguisher foam at this point. ]

You take care.

[ At which point he will just head out!! And that's the story of how Oz got yet another babysitter... ]