"You are. Several times over, and I'm only behind some of it," James shrugged, shamelessly. "Besides, I like to keep an eye on my repeat customers. It pays to stay informed after all..."
"Trust me, there's nothing suspicious about it. At least not the ones involving me."
"That's..... comforting?" Artair's brows creased up in an awkward smile with his question, before furrowing as his lips thinned to a frown. "Not crazy about the idea though. Especially from uh... multiple others?" He scratches at the back of his head, glancing around Jame's shop as if there might be some indication of something looking his way. "Seems.... kiiiiiinda suspicious to me, not gonna lie."
What I wouldn't give to be able to write something so emotionally gut wrenching and devastating as
"You say the oceans rising, like I give a shit. You say the whole worlds ending, honey it already did. You're not gonna slow it, heaven knows you try. Got it? Good, now get inside."
from Bo Burnham's all eyes on me.
Yknow not even that version specifically, any of the reprises/versions of the bridge. The all make me feel hopeless in both the best and worst ways possible somehow.