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[cobbledtogetherenvy]

[No recording. Envy doesn't want to talk to any stupid humans.]

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[cobbledtogetherenvy]

[Envy rolls his eyes a little, but Trevor is... fine. Envy doesn't bother to actively antagonize people he doesn't consider acceptable.]

What?

[atowncalledtreffy]

You friendly with Johann?

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

We get along.

[Belatedly, it occurs to him this might be about the exploded floor thing, or something like it.]

If he's done something it wasn't with me this time, though.

[Envy is happy to take blame under most circumstances, but not when he doesn't even know what he'd be taking responsibility for.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

He hasn't done anything. His warden's vanished and I want him to feel like he's being supported here.

Might be worth it to commiserate with the guy.

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

...I hated his warden.

[Even Envy knows enough of this alien concept known as commiserating to be sure that's not how you're supposed to do it.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

I know.

But you're miserable, and he's miserable, and I'd rather have him doing something with someone than fading into fucking obscurity.

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

[While he doesn't actually object to anything Trevor's saying--only the fact that he's saying it--Envy does feel rather sincerely lost here. He and Johann get along about... monster chat. Planning or reminiscing about violence. He's pretty sure that's not what Trevor wants him to do?

Envy reaches for a distraction to cover his confusion. Because, actually, he might have fucked up somewhere in here.]

Why do you know that?

[Because he never had to get as far as making his anti-Dorian stance public. He was ready to, but his first round of threats seemed to work. If he somehow let that slip, then his plan of not bothering wardens isn't going as smoothly as he wanted it to.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Because I knew Dorian and he's the kind of guy who pisses off most people.

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

[Oh, good, no problems then.]

Fine. I'll talk to him if he wants to talk to me.

[Which would have been the case anyway. But they don't... what do humans do together on purpose? Eat food? He's sure about that one. Gamble?]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Thanks.

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

...That's it?

[atowncalledtreffy]

What, you want more?

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

[He just doesn't really know how to end a conversation as himself. There's no angle here he can find.]

Just confirming all you wanted was me to sometimes talk to Johann.

[He's being superficially cooperative and it's haaaaard.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Yeah. Figured I wouldn't harass you with too much shit.

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

Yeah, that's probably enough.

[He's busy!]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Thanks, Envy.

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

[A moment of palpable internal struggle not to snap, be snide, or find some other way to be an asshole.]

Mm.