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"Yes. That was how I moved in with Slade. We didn't even live on the same floor. I was still kicked out." The words are plain, matter-of-fact.

When the door is unlocked, Harley picks up her suitcase again to lead the way. She's had time to decorate, since Jack told her the space was hers; tapestries on the walls and rugs on the floors, furniture soft and plush but with sturdy legs. Nothing second-hand here- it's a castle, it should like- but everything tough out to withstand an excited hyena with the zoomies.

"It's a surprise secret. A good surprise. For the whole peninsula. I can't tell you, because it would ruin the surprise. But when you're surprised, you should come visit the station. It has special things for Simulacrum."

[thedifferencebetween]

"Well, I still kinda know about it, but who'm I gonna tell?" And it's not really a priority in Jack's mind anyway.

"And okay, yeah, fair, but...I'm not Slade. I'm not emotionally constipated or the kinda guy that freaks out over a little weird trauma. Just saying."

He's not that kind of asshole. Jack knows, of course, that he is an asshole. He'll never deny it, he's not quite that self delusional. But he takes pride in being a very specific sort of asshole. He's the funny, charming, reasonable kind! The appealing, cool kind of asshole.

Not the kind that throws sulky tantrums and cuts everyone out of his life. If he did that, who would he bitch at and vent to?

"But...ya know. Up to you. I'll let ya get settled in and everything, you know where shit is. You need a servant for something, pull that big ass gold satin cord by the bed, it'll ring for one."