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[trustinthedevil]

For the best, cops and I don't always get along. I'm thirty-three.

[primedirector]

No shit. [Surprise, actually.] Sorry, that's- I thought you'd be way older, that's like. The only kind of lawyer I've seen. I'm twenty-eight.

[trustinthedevil]

Are you saying I look old?

[ He looks pretend-offended. He wouldn't be surprised, honestly, considering everything he's been through. That probably ages a person as much as he shitty sleep schedule and eating habits. ]

[primedirector]

I'm not not saying the glasses really do a good job hiding the bags under your eyes.

[Her dry tone is ruined by the way her smile is obviously infecting it.]

[trustinthedevil]

Ouch. I knew I should've kept it to myself.

[ Foggy would like her, Matt thinks. Foggy would like her a lot. ]

[primedirector]

Well. I'm honoured that you'd risk me digging up your high school records by giving me your name and birth year. [She pauses.] I mean. Assuming we're from the same year, which.

[That's a pretty bold assumption.]

I'm from 2019, at least.

[trustinthedevil]

2018. Close.

[ He'd have been impressed if it was the same year, all things considered. ]

[primedirector]

Sick. Who knows, maybe I'll find a news article about you throwing down with an attack attorney.

[Wait they're called something else. Shit.]

[trustinthedevil]

[ He laughs, he can't help it. ]

I hope not. Even if that would be exciting.