Stephen arches an eyebrow, and there’s a warm amusement in his voice: “You wouldn’t be the first to sell out for a paycheck, so I don’t blame you. And I feel like Riftwatch’s M.O. is we need to make use of anyone we can, anyway, in whatever capacity we can. Even if they are very pointy demi-gods.”
He’s been making himself more comfortable: drinking that wine, settling back in his chair, posture ebbing into less stiff lines. He’d come here with the very specific intent to make Cosima put down the paperwork for once, but as so often happens, he keeps drifting to conversations which aren’t work talk but are also not not work talk. And the wine’s loosened just enough that that pings a previous thought against another, now reminded of the modern corporate trappings that only these two are familiar with. Cosima is technically his boss. He did have a question, a little while back.
“Hey, uh,” Stephen says, thoughtful, ruminative. “So. I don’t really know how this works here. Hypothetically, I mean, considering how small Riftwatch is, and— is there a—”
What is he even trying to say. He takes another swig of the wine.
“Potential conflicts of interest. Conflict of interest disclosures to our division head. For, I don’t know. Relationships? So we don’t fuck up anything on a mission? Is that a thing here. Do people need to do that.”
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He’s been making himself more comfortable: drinking that wine, settling back in his chair, posture ebbing into less stiff lines. He’d come here with the very specific intent to make Cosima put down the paperwork for once, but as so often happens, he keeps drifting to conversations which aren’t work talk but are also not not work talk. And the wine’s loosened just enough that that pings a previous thought against another, now reminded of the modern corporate trappings that only these two are familiar with. Cosima is technically his boss. He did have a question, a little while back.
“Hey, uh,” Stephen says, thoughtful, ruminative. “So. I don’t really know how this works here. Hypothetically, I mean, considering how small Riftwatch is, and— is there a—”
What is he even trying to say. He takes another swig of the wine.
“Potential conflicts of interest. Conflict of interest disclosures to our division head. For, I don’t know. Relationships? So we don’t fuck up anything on a mission? Is that a thing here. Do people need to do that.”
Is this anything.