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[maevelous]

"You've reached Maeve Millay. In your message, do be sure to let me know whether this is business or pleasure."

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[shootsharp]

[ Teddy is patient, in the silence. It's begun to rain and he seeks shadowy shelter, his horse drawn along with him with lazy steps. The trickles of blood from his grazed ear and split face have slowed to a stop, and pain seems more like a distraction than anything else.

He frowns when she mentions a girl. The flutter of reverie not quite forming shape in his mind, but it sounds like a familiar story. ]

He's gone, [ he says, instead. Insistent in getting all this out. ] But I had him, at first. I had his life in my hands, then it ran through my fingers, like I couldn't-- I couldn't. I don't know why, but I couldn't kill 'im.

He knew it, too.

[maevelous]

[ There's a pause. Of course, Maeve knows exactly why Teddy couldn't kill him. ]

Perhaps it's time for you to pay a visit to my good friend Tony Stark.

[ Because together, Maeve and Tony could likely lift those parameters. They could make Teddy better equipped to face this man in black or any human danger. ]

[shootsharp]

Long as he's buyin' the first round.

[ Theodore has no clue what Maeve might mean, but he could use a fucking drink. The return to banter is a grudging stumble away from the plague of half-memories that seem like they'll drown him any moment. ]

Friend've yours?

[maevelous]

Oh, he can certainly afford it.

[ But they probably won't get as far as sharing a drink before freezing all of Teddy's motor functions. ]

And yes, he is I suppose. As near of a friend as I will allow myself to get. I'm doing a bit of work for him.

[shootsharp]

[ Instead of comment, Teddy offers a noise of acknowledgement. He'd ask what kind, but he's more curious about the matter at hand as he asks-- ]

And you think he can help?

[ He doesn't know what money can do against one wandering monster with a gun, but Maeve's about as sharp as they come. He's willing to trust she's got some idea. ]

[maevelous]

Darling, I know he can. And if nothing else, I'm good for my word, aren't I?