Oh. [ It’s almost relieved. He’d been braced for something more obnoxious, or at least more time-consuming. This is fairly standard. ] No.
[ He’s already gone back to what he was doing, evidenced by rustling paper and the hollow slap of a leatherbound book being dropped on top of a different leatherbound book. ]
[No? Maybe he can will an explanation by simply staring, like he often does with people and their faces and the common aversion to sudden silence. This is a rock. Words are required, probably.]
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[Fainter, away from the crystal,] Excuse me—yes, hello. Go away.
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[ He’s already gone back to what he was doing, evidenced by rustling paper and the hollow slap of a leatherbound book being dropped on top of a different leatherbound book. ]
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No? That's it?
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[ That’s so it he isn’t even going to say anything else. ]
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[This pause is uncommonly long.]
...annoying.
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If that was all, I have work to do.
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[Because you're a loser who got fired!! —That's counterproductive, so he tries again, like it helps at all to swerve after a pothole.]
Never mind, then, it's your loss. ...and mine, I suppose, [grumbled, like he's conceding defeat.] I'll see you later.