TLV: Inbox

[tinstar]

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[tinstar]

Let's hope you call me for different reasons.

Even if that's just to talk, or to call me over for company. You don't gotta shoulder everythin' on your own, alright?

[abrightboy]

[Malcolm nods.]

Raylan… can we do something fun some time?

[tinstar]

Yeah. Sure. Depends on what.

What's that.. that game you mentioned you do at home. Squash? That somethin' you have fun doin?

[abrightboy]

Oh my god yes. When I was six I wanted to play professionally, but that dream died when I got in trouble for playing in my mother’s solarium and she took my racket away for six months.

[tinstar]

Let's see about a little resurrection then. You'll have to teach me the rules.

And not laugh at my shorts.

[abrightboy]

You’re going to wear shorts? …What are the rules around photography?

[tinstar]

Forbidden. Y'all want that kind of view, you'll just have to catch me when I'm runnin'. No proof to be kept.

[abrightboy]

I can keep the secret of what your knees look like.

[tinstar]

Kind of you.

But let me reach out to Shaw, and I'll call you back later, alright? Take a deep breath, and we'll figure it out.

[abrightboy]

Okay. Thank you, Raylan. Thank you.