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// ahaha I realized I’m not logged into Clint and posted the baby here. Go Clint I go lmao

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// may I introduce Barton. My new little girl. She’s only 8 weeks and the runt

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Miss Sloane (2016) dir. John Madden

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Did I see Joon mention y'all were living together? When did that happen?

“Did she mention it?” Naturally he wasn’t privy to the conversation and there’s only the slightest infliction of surprise that she’d mentioned it to someone. 

“It’s only been a short amount of time, nearing a month now? “ At least in the most official sense of the word, they’d taken turns in one another place for some time before that. 

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U put up opens then drop off the face of the earth, not worth the effort to reply. Bye.

// I mean I have a life but go off I guess? 🤷🏻

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The Steele ball was the one charity event that Mason never thought of as a performance, in truth it was one of the only charity balls he’d ever really looked forward to. Most he attended merely because he contributed so much to the charity, or because of a family requirement but this was for Becky, it was for the wondrous work she did and for that reason it’s one he’d never miss under any circumstance even if his life was slowly being torn down by The Carver. Normally he was a pillar of punctuality, but mere minutes after he’d changed into his tuxedo and adorned buck with his little suit collar alarms started to blare along the wall of video feeds. Cursing under his breath he’d checked the time and ‘put out the fire’, unfortunately doing so had taken far too long and he hadn’t been there to walk in with Joon, in truth he’d forgotten to even text her.

He pulled up to the front of the building and put his car into the usual lock down mode for the valet, as he got out he tucked the envelope containing the absurdly large donation into his chest pocket, his firearm of course visible for a moment before he walked around to open the door for Buck who hopped out and took up  his usual place snug against Masons leg. With that they walked in, but Mason was interested in the routine hellos, his eyes were scanning the room for the familiar redhead. 

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when it gets hard || sentence starters.

CW for panic attacks, depressive themes

"hey. you look tired. you alright?"

"something wrong?"

"look. i can tell you're not feeling great. want to talk about it?"

"i won't leave you. not now, not ever."

"it's okay to rest. i'm right here."

"sometimes your brain will lie to you and tell you bad stuff, but it's not true. it's never as bad as it seems."

"it will be okay. i promise."

"hey, it's alright to let it out."

"you hide behind that facade so much. why?"

"you're not going to leave me, right?"

"want to do something stupid to take your mind off all this?"

"we'll live. we'll live, both of us will, please believe me!"

"don't do this. it's not good for you."

"we will survive and afterwards, we'll... get some ice cream. or go to a nice restaurant."

"i don't know if anyone has ever told you this, but it gets better. it will get better, i promise."

"do you have anyone who supports you? do you have anyone who cares about you?"

"can i have a hug?"

"maybe it's not okay right now. maybe it won't be for a while. whichever it is, i won't leave you."

"hey, stay for a while. i gotta share this popcorn with someone."

"sleep fixes a lot of stuff. it's like emptying garbage cans in your brain."

"stay with me, please?"

"follow my breathing, okay? in for one, two, three, four... hold for one, two, three, four... out for one, two, three, four."

"let's go for a walk together. where do you wanna go?"

"there - you can cry. it's okay. i would never judge you for that."

"it doesn't matter what you say or do, i won't let you be sad alone."

"i'm your friend, idiot. i'm not going to abandon you."

"don't just repress everything! that's dumb, and it'll hurt your brain."

"if you need a breath of fresh air or a change of scenery, i know a place we can go."

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Do you like to cook? For yourself? For others?

There are few things that Mason finds both relaxing and rewarding and cooking is one of them. He has a passion for cooking that you’d only be aware of if you truly know the man and his meals are far more impressive than you’d expect, he likes a challenge after all. So as he looked up he nodded, “I do.” It’s a simple response as he confirmed the fact. “Both for myself and others.” Though he has to admit cooking for Eva at this point of childhood is in his opinion the furthest from cooking as she’s currently in the stage of everything but nuggets, Mac and cheese, and the like are disgusting. 

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What is your most prized possession?

In truth he knows without a doubt they’re expecting something of far more sentimental value. "My Aston."

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Understandable to not give specific figures, so out of curiosity, what percentage of your wealth does Lena get in alimony?

There’s a clear sense of irritation at the continued need to pry into the situation with himself and Lena. He arched a singular brow as he looked at them. “As I’ve stated before, too much.” 

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What kind of firearm does he prefer?

His personal preference when it comes to his chosen firearm is fairly indicative of his history as a British special ops soldier and it’s a stark contrast to the usual Glock 22 that his American counterparts often seem to prefer. A singular shoulder half shrugged as he looked at them. “Glock 17 with a biometric grip.”

Beneath his suit jacket of course there were two of said guns nestled into their holsters. 

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statesmanvodka​:

“So, you don’t think I deserve the alimony?”

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There’s a moment where his back is to her and he can’t help but to close his eyes for a moment as he realizes word had gotten to her, of course it had. Turning his smile is tight lipped and friendly as he looked over at her. “Considering the volume of it, not entirely, no.” 

"So, you don't think I deserve the alimony?"

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What's your favorite food?

There are those foods that everyone holds most dear to them, the ones that bring not only a sense of comfort but enjoyment and for Mason that will always be a well cooked steak. It’s the one thing that even in those moments where his work has entirely consumed him and he’s not eaten for an incredible span of time that he’ll pause to consume. “A perfectly cooked steak. Preferably a Ribeye or Porterhouse.” 

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If money were no object, how would you spend your time?

Given the recent discussions about his wealth the question isn’t one that he’d outright anticipate given they’d established that for him money is no object. It’s not the what if scenario that surely it is for others, he needn’t imagine how he’d spend his time considering it’s something he knows, he’d carry on as usual, hold his position and dedicate much of his time to ensuring the safety of others. “You’re serious?”

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Abusive plots;

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What was the last thing you read?

“A file of which I cannot delve into details with you.” Naturally given who he is he’s more than aware of the fact that they’r referring to the last book that he’d read or rather the one he’s currently reading but despite his stoic nature he does have a sense of humor and can’t resist the initial response. “Currently reading the Killers of the Flower Moon. It’s about the Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI.”