Think you're supposed to examine me before any of that. [ ...he doesn't feel gross enough not to flirt when given such good bait, at least. ] Wouldn't make a difference. They'd just be rid of me nicely.

[ It should probably bother him. It does, when it's anyone else. It would bother him a whole fucking lot if they actually needed the money. But this is what he's wanted for so long, to be small and anonymous and completely and utterly replaceable, and there's a freedom to it. He went from alcohol to danger, and now he's gone from danger to a nasty, volatile labor market. The shit he finds comfort in...

He chuckles. ]

They'll be rid of me anyway, soon enough. Maybe I won't go back for a while, when they do. Be a pretty little housewife for the two of you for a couple months. Apron and everything.