[ he knows. he knows before he even turns away from the clicking of the stovetop and the filling of the kettle. he knows, and yet he turns around to engage in conversation anyway, and there is Dirk. John does his best to cross his arms and lean against the counter and act like he has conversations in roughly this configuration every day ]
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Oh yeah? And why would that be?
[ are you calling me Old Looking, Dirk Gently ]