All right, he gets it. Cracks in the floor, cracks in your schedule, an overall disruption of whatever this Dean was doing, whenever he was doing it. Very Important Business and all, because when is it ever not with him. And hey, give it a few days and it won't matter anymore, anyway. So really, fair enou-- Except hang on here, it's not fair and it's not enough, it's nowhere near enough to explain what's been happening to a handful of people out of the blue, while everyone else gets ghost TV.
Christ, there's prioritising the tunnels, and then there's burying your head in the sand, and when did Philip start letting the voice that tells him that he probably doesn't want to know stop him from asking the questions anyway? He clenches his hand into a fist, just to give himself one more second to reconsider. One. Nope, this is going to happen.
Philip steps up to Dean and slams the drawer shut.
"Unless you're from some Wonderland version 2.0 this is my business."
Or at least the implication here is that it's going to be. Sooner or later.
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Christ, there's prioritising the tunnels, and then there's burying your head in the sand, and when did Philip start letting the voice that tells him that he probably doesn't want to know stop him from asking the questions anyway? He clenches his hand into a fist, just to give himself one more second to reconsider. One. Nope, this is going to happen.
Philip steps up to Dean and slams the drawer shut.
"Unless you're from some Wonderland version 2.0 this is my business."
Or at least the implication here is that it's going to be. Sooner or later.