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Axel: Emotional support counts. I’m the morale officer.

Blake: You’re a sentient hemorrhoid.

Axel: Okay, I just Googled “sentient,” and that’s fucking RUDE, Blake.

Jace: You had to Google sentient?

Axel: I knew it was an insult. I just wanted to know HOW MUCH of an insult.

Blake: And?

Axel: It’s a solid 8 out of 10. Well done. Your creativity is back.

Jace: What Axel is trying to say is that we’re fortunate to be in a position to help. Right, Axel?

Axel: Sure, Dad. Whatever keeps you from giving me the “family meeting” lecture.

Jace: I don’t lecture.

Axel: You literally lectured me last week about my “tone” in the group chat.

Jace: Because you told Blake his surgical skills were “mid.”

Axel: I said FOR AN ER DOCTOR, which is a compliment!

Me: I’m about to drive Faith home now.

Jace: How is she?

Me: Holding up. Barely.

Jace: Heard the prosecutor’s a grade-A nightmare. Real piece of work.

Me: Prosecutor’s out for blood.

Axel: Then it’s a good thing she’s got the best damn lawyer in the state.

Blake: Was that … an actual compliment?

Axel: Dakota threatened to withhold sex if I didn’t “contribute positively to group dynamics.”

Blake: Ah. There it is. You really think this thread qualifies as positive?

Axel: HEY. I didn’t even tell you guys my jokes yet. This TOTALLY qualifies as positive.

Jace: Oh God.

Axel: What do you call a lawyer who doesn’t chase ambulances?

Blake: Don’t.

Axel: RETIRED. *crying laughing emoji*

Me: I’m a defense attorney, not personal injury.

Axel: What’s the difference between a lawyer and a herd of buffalo?

Blake: Axel, I swear?—