[God, he's such a baby. Ned can't help laughing at him, and goddamn it, the warm feeling that creeps into his chest from laughing about what a child Jacob Frye is is maddening. This is why clandestine rooftop meetings are dangerous.]
I'll compromise—drinks... for free. You've never seen my office; let me give you the grand tour. How's that, Frye?
[Because drinks in his office are much more platonic than drinks in public, shh.]
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I'll compromise—drinks... for free. You've never seen my office; let me give you the grand tour. How's that, Frye?
[Because drinks in his office are much more platonic than drinks in public, shh.]