She can’t help herself: she laughs, mostly at the absurdity of the offer, which he only seems half joking about — but also because it was weirdly sweet. “ I mean, who else could take down the IRS swiftly and successfully for me than a man from New Haynes and his gay dog? Sounds like the world’s most specific superhero comic. Sometimes I think my dog is gay, too, though. He’s like, much more interested in sniffing around other male dogs at the dog park. ” She thinks, for a second. “ Okay, well, if you don’t want to just write, there must be something you can do to like, hone your gift with words while still doing something you like. Or just more art and culture stuff! Like, stuff at the museum, they’re probably always looking for more perspectives. And I bet you could get the movie theatre to screen movies or something you find culturally significant. Not to offer my unsolicited opinion on your career options, or anything. It’s a tough economy out there. I assume. Tough for me. ”
He’s one of those people that makes sarcastic jokes. He wasn’t really joking right now though. Gleb thought out of everyone he knew, Emma was one of his favorite people to talk to and he would destroy records at the IRS for her. “That’s just gay justice, if I’m being honest.” As much as he wanted to take the IRS down, he couldn’t even take his father down, so he shouldn’t even try. “Fuck Batman, am I right? I’d have to come up with a proper superhero name.” Gleb laughed. “I think that’s just male dogs in general. My pup doesn’t like male dogs. She’s a lesbian clearly. I can tell these things. I have a proper gaydar.” He didn’t. “I like the culture and arts stuff I think. It’s much more interesting to me than hard hitting stories about who’s screwing who and the drug rings around town. I don’t really know what I want to do.”