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“Hey, don’t count yourself out, boyo—I could probably at least get a couple pounds from the Daily Mail. Those dossers will take anyone, relevance level be damned.” He teased, although from the small amount of things he knew about Bern, he didn’t think relevance would be something the man particularly cared about. As he spoke, the man returned to his work, and began wiping down the counter on his side of the bar, finding it surprising just how much of a mess he had made since last wiping it down, only a mere hour or two ago. “Everyone’s got secrets, Bern. I may not know a lot of things, but that one I know is a definite.” He never thought of himself as a man who would have secrets, but here he was, three years deep into one.
Brow raised at the other man as he fought to keep his expression serious almost bordering betrayed, despite the mild amusement that threatened to show. “Now what have I ever done to you? Put me in that toilet paper with everyone who tries to cling to relevancy.” Tut of disapproval was given, not dissimilar to the one his mother made. “Thought we were closer than that.” Sip of his drink was taken before he shook his head. “I disagree. I’m an open book.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie when it came to facts about his life, there was nothing he was particularly ashamed of. Feelings however were another matter entirely and he supposed he did have something of a habit of keeping those close to his chest. Admitting that defeated his point though as well as being far too deep of an insight into his psyche.











