[Truthfully, it's only because Harry has had the honor to see Rafe lose his cool that he has the notion of him as Patrick Bateman. He saw him shoot a man once who wouldn't stop singing the praises of a man neither of them would really like to think about ever again. He understood it, yeah, but he wasn't going to shoot the poor bastard for running his mouth.
Besides, the only work that Rafe does that's of any value, in Harry's humble opinion, is this. This is tangible. You can hold it. There's no worth in papers and numbers.]
How was she, then?
[Flynn leers over his dark glasses and knocks his knee against Rafe's, a little gesture of go on then. He's got no reason to believe his boss hasn't been out with other people all this time. Harry certainly has, but mostly because he has to get what he wants from somewhere.]
You look tense, so I'm guessing not exactly passing marks.
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Besides, the only work that Rafe does that's of any value, in Harry's humble opinion, is this. This is tangible. You can hold it. There's no worth in papers and numbers.]
How was she, then?
[Flynn leers over his dark glasses and knocks his knee against Rafe's, a little gesture of go on then. He's got no reason to believe his boss hasn't been out with other people all this time. Harry certainly has, but mostly because he has to get what he wants from somewhere.]
You look tense, so I'm guessing not exactly passing marks.