[There’s no reason for bugs when the whole populace is wired into the system via literal brains, but Gabriel feels better for having checked. He searches the little nooks and crannies, thumbs every smudge on the wall that might disguise a pinpoint hole, and gets down on his hands and knees to check the baseboards. He only looks up again when Jack mentions furniture.]
Oh, you know interior design is not my strong suit.
[Gabriel will live on milk crates without complaint, in a situation like this. Something else to outsource to Jack.]
Whatever you want is probably fine.
[He imagines that’s going to rankle Jack, given the fact that he’s the one who coughed up the money for the apartment, but since when has Gabriel ever let that bother him?]
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Oh, you know interior design is not my strong suit.
[Gabriel will live on milk crates without complaint, in a situation like this. Something else to outsource to Jack.]
Whatever you want is probably fine.
[He imagines that’s going to rankle Jack, given the fact that he’s the one who coughed up the money for the apartment, but since when has Gabriel ever let that bother him?]