It seems like Aaron Canter may be lacking the usual pep in his step.
You ask him if he's feeling alright. He says yes, he's just been distracted lately on account of a few personal matters. You say aw, he should have told you sooner! He says really? You say of course.
You say he should have told you sooner so you knew he wasn't serious about this freakin job.
Does he understand how many greenhorns like him there are mulling around these parts? This is a city full of bones who would kill for a sliver of this recognition. For a seat in the big house!
You brought him into your home, you thought he had promise!
When the armies of darkness set their sights on her, what does he plan to do? Some lackluster monologue? Recite a bit of "All the world's a stage," as those lucky devils drive the world into despair?
Tut tut tut, you tut. The disappointment you feel is devastating, you actually thought he valued this opportunity.
He begs he does! That it's not his fault, that what he's dealing with... is morning sickness!
As if that would make you care. As if that single omission hadn't just killed his whole dang career.
Boys, you snap your fingers.
