[That wisecrack, however true (and it is, he knows that kind of humor, loves that kind of humor), earns Erik a huff of silent laughter, and his promise gets a nod.]
Thank you. 'Preciate it.
[Taking one last deep, steadying breath...he glances at the bulletin board and his cheeks start turning pink again.]
So, uh...I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that, uh--that message is you?
[Because it's not an ad, it can't be an ad, oh God it's one thing to know how fucking filthy the Victorian age was and another to be standing in it...]
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Thank you. 'Preciate it.
[Taking one last deep, steadying breath...he glances at the bulletin board and his cheeks start turning pink again.]
So, uh...I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that, uh--that message is you?
[Because it's not an ad, it can't be an ad, oh God it's one thing to know how fucking filthy the Victorian age was and another to be standing in it...]