Luc bemoaned, “I’m trying.”
Talk of the upstart’s glow-up acted as the distraction I’d hoped for.
Good.
The last thing I needed them sniffing around was my private collab with Taube…
TWENTY-SEVEN
TEXT CHAT
Kitty: Wow
Stan:
Kitty: I read your notes.
Kitty: My chem’s rusty, but I pulled out my old textbooks in your honor
Stan: Lol, you didn’t have to, duci. I’d explain it to you if you wanted
Kitty: That’d defeat the purpose of seeing your notes
Stan: I thought it was a trust exercise
Kitty: Oh, it was. But I want to be a sounding board if you need me to
Stan: I always need you
Kitty: You know what I mean
Stan: And YOU know what I mean
Kitty:
Kitty: Thank you
Stan: Not necessary
Kitty: You passed the trust exercise, and if you DO need a welcome ear, then I’m here
Stan: I appreciate you, duci
Stan: I’m not used to discussing my work outside of the lab but I can try
Kitty: You don’t have to work in the lab all the time
Kitty: If you have reports to read etc.
Stan: Are you sure?
Kitty: That I want to watch your delicious brain in action?
Stan: You like my prefrontal cortex, huh?
Kitty:
Kitty: Among other unmentionable things…
