[ There aren't many virtues to Mark's upbringing. One of the few is that, when he can't see any reason to lie, he doesn't lie. And he certainly doesn't see any reason to seem naive and trusting. ]
[ Dorian says he'll eat anything; the clone absolutely will eat anything, no exaggerations. But steaks feel classy and decadent and vaguely transgressive for someone raised on protein grown in a vat. It feels like something a rich asshole would eat, and Peter Kane is a rich asshole, so it seems right. ]
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[ and, because Dorian's genuinely curious... ]
Do you trust me?
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With a few things.
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[ and not trust in some cases ]
Anything else you want to know about Gregs? Or maybe we can just talk for a while?
[ because Dorian wants to keep on being seen as cool in Mark's eyes, he's got this, he can do friendship ]
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[ Friendship. Right. It works like this, right? You talk to people. And do things with people. Frien....dsh...ip. Yes. ]
I feel like I owe you dinner or something after this.
[ n...ailed it????????? ]
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[ food! free food! free food that Dorian doesn't have to cool! He has low priorities and this is hitting them. ]
Do you have a particular kind you like? I'll eat almost anything, to be honest.
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Steaks are good.
[ Dorian says he'll eat anything; the clone absolutely will eat anything, no exaggerations. But steaks feel classy and decadent and vaguely transgressive for someone raised on protein grown in a vat. It feels like something a rich asshole would eat, and Peter Kane is a rich asshole, so it seems right. ]
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I'm fine with steaks. I'm free around lunch most of the time, though if we want this to be an evening thing, I'll need to check my schedule.
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[ And it seems less high-pressure, somehow, than dinner. No idea why. ]
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