MYLES.
“Afraid to put your knickers on backwards by the end of it?” Best guess. It’s also a guess he has put zero thought towards. This is his stage; this is his liquor; and all he wants at the moment is for both of them to be left to him alone. If he has to share, she’s going to find out it’s more her loss than his. She just hasn’t done anything to warrant him to take action that doesn’t simply come naturally, and truly he’s had much worse company. He’s been married to them enough to know.
“Proper stalker, eh? Nice to be thought of,” he answers her back with a vague look behind his shoulder while he heads out towards the seats the audience is usually taking up. Glass in hand, he takes the steps up through the aisle, ice clinking like a cowbell. “Could see why security let you through. Pat and Frisk love what they do,” he goes on as he’s claimed his spot, foot pushing down to unfold the seat before dropping into it. He just doesn’t know why she’s here at all. “Couldn’t be a locator. Would’ve had my brains splattered about already.”
she can’t help the laugh, a quiet but unmistakable sound. as if that would be the case. he couldn’t know one way or another, but it’s a funny image to conjure. as if it would ever be the case. “well—” she supposes it’s a compliment, and she’s never one to begin the debate on the merits of sexual harassment jokes. they will be made whether she’s in the room or not, she’d rather know the stance she’s dealing with. she won’t exactly say thank you, but it’s enough not to say anything at all. “security lets me through to help with your interviewees.”
and now she lingers, trying to fit together a few wandering pieces of a stray puzzle. how often was myles delaney left alone to converse without censor or audience. his assistant was nowhere to be seen, neither was his daughter. “you don’t think they’ll put on a show for you when the time comes?” sooner or later, but all the same a star was a star. even the washed up drunk has-beens got a callback or two in their final hour. “gunshot to the head is so uncreative nowadays.” although she’s speaking only of the ones that had been aired, a sharp downturn in the tumultuous change of department leads that seemed ongoing. but in the end, death isn’t exactly her style. “locators tend to stay back in the shadows anyways.”
















