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#THERESASTARGIRL ✦ selective, private, mutuals only independent roleplay blog for the original character, ophelia smith
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She was grateful that he was trying to keep her out of trouble, but she knew she’d somehow still end up in it. She knew her mythology when it came to these sort of artifacts. It’s what really drew her to the event tonight. Attending as a journalist only helped her get closer to these things, a perk she wasn’t about to take for granted.
Sucking in a breath, Ophelia glanced back around the room, taking stock of the security closest to them before she moved a bit closer to him. Her hand rested on his arm, looking as if she was an admirer or girlfriend even for any unsuspecting onlookers.
“If you think you can actually get away with this…” She started, voice dropping, hesitating for a moment as she considered the risk versus the reward to playing along, before she continued. “I can likely cause a distraction for you.”
It was a risk for all of them involved. If her plan wasn’t cause for enough concern, the focus wouldn’t be pulled away enough for Nathan to get a chance to swipe the idol. If she was caught in a clear ruse, she could lose her credentials and possibly her job.
Yet there was a bigger risk of the artifact ending up in some billionaire’s hands and not kept safely away, or better yet, back where it belonged.
“Say if I were to pass out a bit further into the crowd, cause a minor medical emergency, you could easily get to it, yeah? I’m terribly pale as is and one good trip in these heels, I’m down anyway. No one would be any wiser and you could have an opening. It’s cliche, but it’s proven to work.”
Can he get away with this? He’s not so sure. The stakes are high, the odds are low, but he’s never backed down from a challenge. He’s willing to take the chances if it means getting this artifact out and to somewhere safe where no one can get their greedy grubby little hands on it.
The kind of chaos this thing could unload, Nathan doesn’t even want to think about it.
Even if he manages to get it out of here, he’ll have to fight for his life to get it where he intends to get it. Safe and sound where it belongs. Which is going to be quite the journey.
As soon as these bastards realize it’s gone, they’ll come looking, and Nathan has never been lucky enough to get away without a fight and gunfire, he’s not about to get cocky and think he’ll get out of this scot free.
The whole journey back to the tomb it’d been sealed away in is going to be dangerous, not only from men and guns, but the place is located in a jungle, there will be all kinds of other things trying to kill him.
In fact, it’s the exact reason he doesn’t want her to be involved. However, if anyone’s watching them, she’s already involved. Especially as she moves forward, close enough that there is mere inches from their bodies. Her warm hand on his arm makes it seem like they are intimately familiar with each other, he glances down at her hand on his arm and then back up, locking his eyes with her. There’s no keeping her out of this now.
She’ll end up having to come with him, safer with him than without. He won’t force her but he doesn’t think he has to convince her that once she does this, she’s going to be in danger too. These kinds of people will do whatever it takes to sate their greed.
“That should work. They’ll be more worried about getting you help than the idol.” He hopes, anyway. There will be some lingering security but nothing that he cannot handle, even if he has to knock them out as quickly as he can manage. Sully will step in, too, if he has to. The man is watching somewhere and he’s in his earpiece, letting Nathan figure things out for his own but still right there, the steady guide that he always is.
“But if you do this – you're involved. You do this, you’re in danger. I need you to understand that. There are people watching, they’ve likely already seen you with me. Meet me outside, down the street, I’ve got a vehicle waiting. If I’m not there, just get in – I will be.”
“Of course. Can’t have some journalist fainting at their event and do nothing about it. The potential media backlash on that alone is enough for them to fret over me.” She may not have as many tricks up her sleeve as Nathan did, but she could use what she did have to her advantage.
It was the best she could do, and even though it was careless, she wanted to do this. To be a part of his stories rather than simply hearing about them. To make a difference and potentially save the world.
That was far more enticing than getting a byline just from covering this event. If she went along with this too? Then the byline wouldn’t even be her’s by the end of the night.
In for a penny, in for a pound at this point.
Her only hesitation came with the fact that people were probably already watching her. Her grip tightened slightly on his arm, but only for a second, as she processed that.
“I had no idea that simply talking to you would put me at risk tonight regardless.” Of course, so many eyes were likely on Nathan than the idol here, given his reputation. “If I’m already an accessory, then there’s really no harm in going all the way then.”
Vehicle down the street. Meet him there. She could do this. She did theatre every so often, it could be somewhat believable. Plus, she had a glass of champagne already, and her heart did pick up a bit at the adrenaline starting to race through her at the thought of going along with this all the way now. ‘Passing out’ should be rather easy then.
“Give me a few minutes. I can’t drop right after leaving your side, but it’ll be soon. You’ll know when I do it.” A commotion would follow, giving him the distraction he’d need to swipe the idol.
With an easy smile, some may mistake as flirtatious, Ophelia gave his arm a squeeze before she let go. She moved back through the crowd, picking up another glass from a passing waiter and taking a sip, giving her the last bit of liquid luck she needed.
A few more steps, and she was swaying on her feet, her body following after and crashing onto the floor, her champagne flute following suit and alerting the crowd of her ‘fainting’ spell. She should have picked a comfier place to fall, but she did her best not to wince as she lied on the floor, feeling people starting to crowd around her.
Hurried footsteps came over from the guards and event staff a moment later, and Ophelia hoped her part was convincing enough for Nathan to do what he needed to do so they could all get out of there.
There was a reason he was acting unusually calm instead of raving mad. His anger was laced with his words. If Rita was there, she'd be running for her room. She knew how he was when he got in this rare mood. Sitting there on the couch with his arms resting on the back, his jaw jutted. “I don’t think that’s wise on my part.” Saying how he felt at that moment would probably destroy their friendship. Something he wasn’t willing to do. “Thank you. I do have a therapy appointment tomorrow. I plan on keeping it.” Putting his arms down, he pushed off the couch and wiped his hand across his face. “In a few days, I’ll be fine. I just need to be left alone.”
“You’re royalty. I’m an assistant. I think it’s terribly fair you lash out on me as opposed to literally anyone else. That, and I’d like to think I’m your friend too, so even more reason to.” Ophelia frowned, watching him. This was weighing on him heavily, and she was annoyed no one has mentioned the date to her to keep an eye out for things like this. “I can move things around, I promise. Let you have some time alone, okay? Is there anything else you need?”
“Oh, does she do them too? When she’s back from her holiday, I’ll have to see if she wants to join me for one.” She thought for a moment before shaking her head. “Just general knowledge, I think. But I think it depends on the pub. The vibe has to be right for these things, otherwise it’s just a mess. I went to one back by my old flat, and it was far too noisy, very cramped, and the prize was only a five pound voucher. This one at least promises twenty quid to the winner so that’s something.”
Ophelia gave him a small smile, almost unsure if she should ask the next part, since they’d been growing quite familiar lately, but she couldn’t quite help herself to not ask either. “Is your idea of a good night in watching some quiz show and eating chocolate then? I fear we might be more similar than we first thought.”
“Chocolate or Welsh cakes.” He smiled for a moment, eating his meal. It was surprising, really, that he and Ophelia had these things in common – with such an age gap. Younger people, he thought, liked to go out and have fun, enjoy the night, the company of others. Though he had never really ben like that, either. Even when his mates had managed to drag him to a pub with them, he had always sneaked in a book to read at the bar, or a quieter corner of the pub.
“I…don’t quite enjoy pubs, and…well, I was invited to a quiz night by Moneypenny once and again, but…” he shook his head, “she hasn't invited me in a while now. I think it would just dampen the mood for everyone if the boss was joining in.” It was like in the army – commanding officers and ‘simple soldiers’ just didn’t mix. “A twenty-pound voucher doesn’t sound too appealing, either, I must say.”
“Ah, a good choice.” She smiled, surprised by how much they had in common. She always felt like a homebody, even growing up in a chaotic household with her brothers, she sought some peace and quiet. Now, she craved the safety of home. Trivia was an attempt at trying to force herself back out there without being so paranoid.
“Might not be the best for some people. Suppose it depends on the group of people.” Phee shrugged at the thought. “If you get the urge though, you can always come with me to one.” That wasn’t that weird, was it? Sure, it was her boss, but he was still just a guy at the end of the day. “Well, twenty isn’t gonna get you more than a couple drinks, but it’s just the point of the matter that you won. Bragging rights and all that.”
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“Kids… great. Are any of them hurt?” Despite how upset she was at the state they put her husband in, she couldn’t bear to think of anyone else injured. She hadn’t even thought of that until now either, too concerned about Seth to think of anything else at the moment. This was already bad enough as it was, but she supposed it could always get worse. Knowing their track record, it seemed like that always happened.
Wiping at her eyes, Ophelia felt the tears threatening to fall, but she did her best to hold them back for a little bit longer. If Seth could keep fighting through this to stay alive, then she could hold it together and not break down on Nurse Esposito. She had other patients to take care of, she was sure of it. She didn’t need a hysterical wife on top of it all, even if she was close to him from their decade of working together.
“Three more weeks, he said. He promised. Funny how the universe decided we still had to wait longer.” Her voice was softer now, but the hint of anger in her tone was definitely there. None of this was fair. She didn’t even know how to feel right now. Of course, a honeymoon was hardly a concern when his life was on the line, but it was just another thing in their way of being happy right now. She just wondered when they’d get a break.
Apparently no time soon, as she was told about him being on a ventilator. “Christ, he’s… he’s terribly lucky then to be alive…” She already hated hospitals. It was ironic she married a surgeon, really, and now she would have to spend even more time in a room than she’d ever want to. But she wasn’t about to leave his side once those two hours were up. The moment she could be there, she’d be holding his hand until he could wake up. Until they could finally leave. Until they could try to be a normal couple for once.
Ophelia looked up at her, or tried her best to through bleary eyes. “Thank you. I’m sorry you had to make that call, but I… I’ll be fine until he comes up. I can go wait in the family room if needed. I don’t want to disturb the rest of the nurses who actually need a break if I’m in here crying.”
❛ Yeah, the kids are alright. Not a single scratch on any of them. ❜ The same certainly couldn't be said of their cars.. but perhaps that was for the best; they didn't need to be out on the road again any time soon. Not after what they'd done to Dr. Brzyzowski.. and somehow, she got the feeling, he wasn't the first person to suffer for their habit. He likely wouldn't be the last, either. ❛ They're all in Police custody, as we speak. ❜
Another loud, audibly weary sigh spilled from her lips as she made her way over to sit on the couch at the younger woman's side. ❛ — Dr. Br... Seth was counting on that. He's been fighting so hard for it. ❜ She leaned forward, digging her elbows into her scrub-clad thighs and lacing her fingers together. ❛ When he left the hospital tonight.. he was in such a good mood. Yeah, he was exhausted and in a lot of pain but, he was so happy that he was actually getting out of here for a while. ❜ Hearing this might not help much, but still she felt the younger woman ought to know.
❛ He is, ❜ she agreed.. but the younger woman knew that already. ❛ It's alright. They would all understand, I promise. But, you can either stay right here, or you can wait in his office if you'd like. ❜
“Good, that’s… that’s good.” Good that they were uninjured. Good that they were with the cops and hopefully would understand the severity of what they’d done. She’d worry about all of that later though. One thing at a time was what was going to get her through this, and that was just focusing on her husband.
Ophelia looked at her as she joined her side, hating how selfish she felt for the moment at how she wasn’t the only one impacted by the accident. Of course his colleagues were too. This job was hard enough on a daily basis, let alone having to then take care of people you knew on top of it.
“Happy, that’s… we should be at home right now enjoying our evening. I would have been done with my event and… we could have actually had a night together.” It almost seemed bittersweet now, but at least he was happy before things took a turn. “No, I’ll… I’ll wait in his office. Probably be better off there.” Less of a disruption that way. She took Nurse Esposito’s hand, giving it a light squeeze. “Let me know the moment he’s out, yeah?”
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"don't look at me - i was outvoted several times by cress and bond." snorting , monroe leans back into the oversized chair , feet balancing on the coffee table ( although he does glance around sharpish , just in case cressida appears out of nowhere ). "there were a few...disagreements." lennox had caved eventually , two against one and all that ( nash hadn't really had that much of an opinion ).
"didn't expect you to pay a visit - not that i'm complaining." he's been benched effective immediately - until the hole in his stomach is fully healed ( another thing he'd have to thank bond for later ) "assuming you're looking for bond - if so you're out of luck , they all flew out earlier." leaving lennox to ponder just how close he'd come to death. bloody wonderful.
“no, no, i mean it. it’s way better than the flat i’m in. admin don’t get quite the same perks as potential spies.” not that she was really complaining. they were trained to potentially die in the field. ophelia’s most dangerous task was potentially getting burned by the kettle, or really, a rogue q-branch item going off when she popped down. the recruits deserved a nice space to relax, especially since monroe had a lot more time to do that now.
sitting down on the couch, she looked over at him. at least he seemed to be in decent spirits given all that had happened. “who said i’m not here for you? someone’s gotta keep you company.” phee counters before raising an eyebrow at him. “unless, you were wanting some time alone with cress, then i understand. however i thought both of you could do with another person around. we can put on a film and just unwind tonight.”
@Ophelia:
Alive. Full recovery. She felt some of the weight lift, but not nearly enough. She followed Nurse Esposito to the break room, doing her best not to cause any more of a scene than she probably already did. She really could have cared less, but her husband was the one being treated in the O.R., not the one overseeing the surgery.
As she was given a more detailed recount, Ophelia let herself sink onto one of the couches, trying to process it all. He was driving home. They could have been at home right now, curled up in bed and just simply being together. Now, she was left waiting on him to come out so she could be at his side while he recovered.
“I couldn’t care less about the car right now…” She mumbled, even though she knew that would be a matter to worry about later. She’d need to call their insurance later, but that could wait at least twenty-four hours, until she was of a bit better sound mind before trying to handle anything important.
“At least he’ll get a break now.” A choked sob escaped, the dam nearly breaking now. “Jesus, he… this wasn’t how I imagined it, but nothing has gone like we’ve planned at all since we got married. But he… he’s gonna be okay. He’s alive, that’s… that’s all that matters.” Now she’d just have to wait, but she was good at that lately. “How long until I can see him do you think?”
❛ — But you should. ❜ She'd fallen silent for a few minutes, allowing the younger woman some time to try to absorb everything. Now, however.. ❛ Because the kids that did this could have killed him. They hit him from every direction possible; he had to be pried out of it. ❜ The paramedics that had brought Dr. Brzyzowski in had actually shown her pictures of the wreckage in the aftermath of his rescue. How he hadn't died was beyond her.
This was the hardest part of her job: having to deliver bad news and attempt to offer comfort immediately thereafter - as if she hadn't just had a major hand in turning someone's entire world upside down. — Knowing Dr. Brzyzowksi as well as she did, and being well aware of their situation.. made it infinitely worse for her. Everyone on the E.R. team knew, and were just as puzzled by and angry at the situation as Dr. Brzyzowski and his wife were, because none of them had experienced this much trouble in trying to get leave - for any reason, let alone for their Honeymoons.
❛ I know, ❜ she sighed softly. ❛ I've worked with your husband for ten years now. And in that time, I've never seen him genuinely furious about anything.. ❜ But after each visit to H.R., after each round of bad news.. he'd come back beyond enraged.
❛ It's... It's gonna be at least another two hours, ❜ came her hesitant reply a few moments later. ❛ They'll have to put a chest tube in, and then he'll have to be put on a ventilator as soon as we get him to the I.C.U. ❜ She threw a quick glance down at her watch; they should, at the very least, be getting close to being able to close him up - with the chest tube in place about now.. assuming, of course, they hadn't run into any further difficulties.
“Kids… great. Are any of them hurt?” Despite how upset she was at the state they put her husband in, she couldn’t bear to think of anyone else injured. She hadn’t even thought of that until now either, too concerned about Seth to think of anything else at the moment. This was already bad enough as it was, but she supposed it could always get worse. Knowing their track record, it seemed like that always happened.
Wiping at her eyes, Ophelia felt the tears threatening to fall, but she did her best to hold them back for a little bit longer. If Seth could keep fighting through this to stay alive, then she could hold it together and not break down on Nurse Esposito. She had other patients to take care of, she was sure of it. She didn’t need a hysterical wife on top of it all, even if she was close to him from their decade of working together.
“Three more weeks, he said. He promised. Funny how the universe decided we still had to wait longer.” Her voice was softer now, but the hint of anger in her tone was definitely there. None of this was fair. She didn’t even know how to feel right now. Of course, a honeymoon was hardly a concern when his life was on the line, but it was just another thing in their way of being happy right now. She just wondered when they’d get a break.
Apparently no time soon, as she was told about him being on a ventilator. “Christ, he’s… he’s terribly lucky then to be alive…” She already hated hospitals. It was ironic she married a surgeon, really, and now she would have to spend even more time in a room than she’d ever want to. But she wasn’t about to leave his side once those two hours were up. The moment she could be there, she’d be holding his hand until he could wake up. Until they could finally leave. Until they could try to be a normal couple for once.
Ophelia looked up at her, or tried her best to through bleary eyes. “Thank you. I’m sorry you had to make that call, but I… I’ll be fine until he comes up. I can go wait in the family room if needed. I don’t want to disturb the rest of the nurses who actually need a break if I’m in here crying.”
“mhm, very strange. guess he’s respecting your boundaries.” which wasn’t a total lie. demetri hadn’t reached out. she had just been going out on her own to find him. which, of course, her maker knew of. ophelia sighed softly, leaning against the counter, looking like a stubborn teenager.
“well, letting him in would be better than me using my window to go out all the time.” phee gave in, looking up at him. “he’s a nice guy, really. he hasn’t done anything to sway me to his clan, and he… he likes me. and i like him. i want to have someone like you have grant.”
"i know and i actually wanted to talk to you about that." i set my towel aside and the dish i was drying, focusing on ophelia instead because this needed to be said before we were distracted by grant or something else. "i don't want you to feel like you have to sneak around to see him anymore. i want you to be able to see demetri and maybe even find love with him."
not something i ever thought i'd say, but here we were. "if you really want to be with him, then i won't stop you. i won't get in the way anymore. you deserve happiness and love, phee. just know i will always be here if you need to talk, okay? and so is grant."
“really?” phee didn’t buy it at first. he was so against her seeing him that she almost thought this was a joke or a test. but the more he spoke, the more sincere she realized he was being about this.
“i do want to be with him. i want to try to be, at least. so far, it seems like we’re making this work. he doesn’t mind that i’m so new to this world and he really does want to help me adjust more. i don’t think he’d mean to step on your toes at all with it.” she explained, looking back up at him. “i know you two are, and that means the world to me, but i would like to have someone else i could rely on outside of the house. especially when you two are… busy.”
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PROMPTS FROM 007 FIRST LIGHT (PART 1) * assorted dialogue from the first hour of the game, adjust as necessary.
we need visuals and a status.
what sort of retrieval are we talking about?
we are under attack.
i'm looking at the thing now. or what's left of it.
you're still on a need-to-know basis.
i'm afraid that's classified.
what's that noise?
i need you to do exactly as i say.
you need an antidote. you've been exposed to a nerve agent.
what exactly am i looking for?
have a little rest and then get to somewhere safe. you've done great.
you just get out of the camp and sit tight.
i'll follow. see what i can do.
remember who you're up against.
now you start to worry about me.
what's the point, then? they're all going to die anyway.
i think some of the others are still alive.
you need to get out of the blast zone.
stand down. that's an order.
listen carefully. you have a less than one percent chance of success.
no time to hesitate. those people need my help.
that's where i'll find the captives.
hey, listen. we don't have much time, and we need to get you out of here.
what about the others? we can't leave without them.
you'll know when you see it.
i don't know how to drive this thing!
this should keep them busy.
you could have saved them if you had spoken up.
your friends died protecting nothing. what a waste.
listen. i already freed your friends. we don't have much time.
these guys mean business.
all right. time to bring the house down.
that should stir things up a bit.
what are you doing? come on! run!
light the place up! do not let them escape!
follow me this way. there's a way out.
what is this now? you want to blow us up?
i'm not MI6.
do you have an appointment?
you sound familiar.
gotta say you're healing fast.
so... i'm in trouble.
can i grab you for a second?
now let's not get carried away, [name].
you're really enjoying this, aren't you?
everything you need to know will be explained to you shortly.
i must say you're all taking this code of secrecy seriously.
you're very talkative, aren't you?
i do enjoy a quiet office. i'm sure we can limit the small talk.
i was unaware i was under MI6 command and i just chose not to take your advice.
i believe it's more a case of authority having issues with me.
look, i know where this is going.
do you mind telling me why i'm here?
i want to make you a spy.
i want you to join my training program.
it's unlikely you'll pass the test.
when do i start?
you're dismissed.
you have some catching up to do.
better get you up to speed.
judging from your profile i'm sure you'll get along splendidly.
your flight's waiting for you, so you'd better get a move on.
you're not here for sightseeing.
to do this, you need skill, discipline, and above all, dedication.
pure dumb luck will only get you so far.
i like what you've done with the place.
you really have a knack for stating the obvious.
i expect the list of things you don't know is quite extensive.
would you do the honors?
okay, show me what you've got.
i do love a challenge.
i think we'd be wasting our time.
“Suppose I ought to have been a bit more engrossed in a map than my story.” She smiled weakly as she watched the other girl finish up with the injury.
“It’s certainly a memorable introduction, at least.” Ophelia admitted with a small laugh. “I do hope we don’t keep meeting like this though. I know I’m clumsy, but I hope to become acquainted enough with the town soon enough. That should help prevent any further injuries.”
It was a quiet enough place, or it certainly seemed that way upon moving here. She could do with something a bit more slower in pace right about now. “Have you lived here all your life?”
Allison offered her hand to help Ophelia up from the sidewalk. “You could say that. I was born in New York, but my mother and I moved back here when I was still a baby. This town is all I’ve known.” A small town was a good place to grow up, though it left her eager to see the world…and get away from the judgement of her fellow townspeople.
Her gaze was briefly cast downwards before looking at Ophelia again.
“Your accent — I assume you aren’t from around here.” She kept her voice soft and nonjudgmental. If anything, she was curious. “What brings you to Peyton Place?”
“It does seem much calmer than New York.” She could imagine someone wanting to raise their child here than in the bigger city.
Ophelia rose to her feet, dusting herself off a little while laughing. “No, no, definitely not from here. I imagine that’ll be the talk of the town soon enough. I needed an escape from home and, well… I picked a place on a map and ended up here. I think it’ll suit me well enough.”
She took in the town around them before turning back to the other girl. “Don’t suppose you could show me around a bit, could you?”
Sometimes he wished she would speak her mind and not pussyfoot around royal etiquette. Sometimes he needed it straight. "Then say it." Nicholas jutted his chin out in a dare. He was in no mood for the legalities of red tape. "I won't be offended. I'm not some delicate thing like Henry." Nick was growing angry, but it wasn't directed at her. "No one gives a fuck. I bet you didn't know about the fact it's the anniversary of my adoption. Maybe I need a few days instead of playing the goddamned poster boy of the fucking royal family."
“Nicholas, that’s…” She trails off, his words sinking in. “No… no, I didn’t know that, I’m sorry, I…” Ophelia quickly looks back down at her tablet, working on already rescheduling his appearance. Rita could surely attend today and cover for any royal publicity needs. “Perhaps we both should say what we mean then to avoid any further conflict. But you won’t have to worry about the match today. I’ll work on adjusting your schedule accordingly for the next few days as well.”
She simply stood there, staring at him, as he made this declaration. Of course she knew this was a bad idea, falling for him. He was a spy, not some knight in shining armor. Over her time with Six, she knew better than to let herself get too close to anyone, let alone the double-ohs. That didn’t stop her heart from still falling for him anyway.
“I know.” Ophelia said finally, her voice feeling caught in her throat. “You don’t have to apologize for it, you…” I’m yours. “You’re right. I fell anyway.” She felt her legs move on their own, closing the distance between them before she kissed him. “I don’t care, James. Not about that. I care about you. And… and I can be yours too.”
@cqmmanderbond said ❛ i’m sorry if you expect me to do the noble thing. i warned you. i’m not sweet or soft or kind, and you fell anyway. this is what you get, - me. the good, the bad, the unforgivable. all of it. i am yours. ❜ | iron flame
“No? I’m sorry, your highness, but rather than using the words I want to say right now, shaking my head at you in annoyance is the best I can do to keep my job.” Ophelia replied, eyeing him from over her tablet. “Please don’t make me reschedule your appearance at the polo event again. There’s only so many left and we can’t keep missing them. It’s not my fault that the king would like you there. And Rita, but I’m doing my best to at least have one of you there.”
@dutyled said "don't you shake your head at me." - Nicholas