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[herrstory]

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[herrstory]

Hans Gruber is my friend. We are both German.

[ The true basis for friendship. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Wow. Congratulations.

[herrstory]

Thank you. I appreciate your appreciation for me and my friend.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Perhaps I should have instituted a Hans-off rule at the get-go.

[herrstory]

I take it you saw the video, then?

[slightlyoffchilt]

[What video.]

What makes you think that?

[herrstory]

Your stupid pun.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You are being ridiculously judgmental now.

[herrstory]

Did I hurt your feelings? Do you have feelings?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I have at least three feelings, yes.

[herrstory]

Is horny one of them?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I am not going to dignify that with an answer either way.

[herrstory]

So then, yes.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Why do you insist on me being aroused constantly?

[herrstory]

Not constantly. But when I am around would be nice.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Hm.

[A beat.]

What video was that, again?

[herrstory]

If you are looking for arousal, I am already here at the hospital.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I told you not to come.

2/2

[slightlyoffchilt]

What video, Starr?

[herrstory]

If you have not yet seen it, then who am I to ruin the surprise? Happy hunting.

[ That's hours upon hours of footage in multiple places in the hospital to go through. Although if Chilton starts from Hans' first day on the job, it will be less of a search. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[It is less a focus of time and more location, in Chilton's mind -- he pulls up the footage for the past month in three places: Starr's office, the Containment Center, and Chilton's own office.]

I swear to god.

[herrstory]

[ Reaching Chilton's office, Starr opens the door. ]

But I believe a bargain could be struck if you want me to tell you exactly when and where it was.

[ He hangs up the phone, slipping it into his suit pocket. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton stood up, slammed closed his laptop, his mouth twisted in a small rage. He distinctly recalled his instructions to Starr just moments ago.]

You know, [said Chilton, as he unbuttoned one cuff and rolled up his dress shirt sleeve.] I still owe you a treatment.

[And he walked around his desk, his eyes on Starr's throat. Sedative ready.]

[herrstory]

I came here out of concern for you and you are going to repay me by forced sedation?

[ He didn't move from his spot, didn't seem at all worried about the sedative. ]

You are aggressive when you are intoxicated. Requesting lobotomies, verbally attacking me, preparing to physically attack. You may claim I do not have friends, but I am here. For you. As a friend. I did not clock in. I do not expect payment for my time here.

[slightlyoffchilt]

And I did not request your presence, Starr, I had not summoned you.

[Chilton, flippant, had not redirected his course towards Starr. His attention was singular.]

You like it, you like being overpowered. So I'm here to deliver -- it might not even be as painful when you wake up this time.

[It would definitely be at least equally painful, with the migraine side effect Chilton had planned. Now not even three feet away from Starr, Chilton reached out to grab his head of security by the throat.]