[ well, there's a difference. by contrast, howard would shout it to the world -- needy, ruffled, throwing boasts into the air in the hopes they might float back to him and somehow stick this time. ]
Is this what I have to look forward to in my old age? A smarmy git putting words in my mouth?
[ -- you can't necessarily tell by text, but it's meant well. probably. ]
You had your computers. The stuff that was on them had to be kept safe. But your software security people were shitty. I kept hacking in just to prove a point
Bollocks. From where I'm standing, it doesn't seem like much has changed. The only difference is that I'm not certain there's any legal precedent to indict a man for acts of interior decortion.
[ of course. peggy sighs -- beginning to feel just a little as though this fire has been put out. what remains of wednesday seems to be slipping out from under her feet, and even if she's found a measure of peace with tony she's still hopping mad that the argument happened in the first place.
best to wind it down, then set about whetting her anger. ]
...You're a lot like him. I can't lie and say you're not.
But I can see the differences, too. They're important ones.
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don't worry I won't tell anyone you think I'm cute, either.
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Is this what I have to look forward to in my old age? A smarmy git putting words in my mouth?
[ -- you can't necessarily tell by text, but it's meant well. probably. ]
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Hacking into my servers?
[ WHAT ARE HER SERVERS? ]
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You had your computers. The stuff that was on them had to be kept safe. But your software security people were shitty. I kept hacking in just to prove a point
I thought that was pretty hilarious.
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How old were you? And how many years of jail time did I threaten you with?
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Twenty five.
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[ good lord, that's right, she'd have an office. a room of her own. ]
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Just saying.
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The room looks better now. I'm doing you a favor. Just like he did with the hacking.
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Who is it, exactly, who teaches you it's better to beg forgiveness than ask permission?
[ -- because she's almost worryingly certain she knows the answer. this is a monster of her own making, from the sounds of it. ]
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best to wind it down, then set about whetting her anger. ]
...You're a lot like him. I can't lie and say you're not.
But I can see the differences, too. They're important ones.