@curiosityshop as harry + @duran-duran-esq said: well, at least you’re taking it laying down.
thwarted again. mr. fielding's on his knees—there's a joke here—after getting the third (or fourth) cold shoulder from yet another superior. "is it a crime these days," he moans at their retreating back, "to want to be included?"
he sinks back onto his legs. he loosens his tie. thinks about using it as a makeshift noose, right there in the hallway. wouldn't that be something! wallowing in his self-pity, still on the linoleum, he doesn't pay any attention to the peanut gallery gathering behind him. until, like those fucked-up kubrick twins, judge stone and ms. durán say the same thing simultaneously.
it's a little chilling. his spine unfurls, broadening to the fullest height he can be in this position. he can almost see harry winking at her as their signal, but he doesn't even look behind him. "i need you both," he growls, darkly glowering, "to shut. the hell. up."