[....oh. There is that. He looks at Hal, looks at Damian's body, looks at this poor confused cat...and starts laughing. it's not funny. It's not. Nothing is funny but everything is, this stupid game and its stupid rules and Natalie, he misses Natalie, he misses her so badly and he misses Annabeth who would have remembered all of the nuances of everything they've discussed.
So...he laughs, eventually letting it taper off before glancing at Hal again.]
My bad. [He has to play along for one more round.] ...breakfast...? Really?
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So...he laughs, eventually letting it taper off before glancing at Hal again.]
My bad. [He has to play along for one more round.] ...breakfast...? Really?