[It was so much easier to ditch 1980s edition Dorian. Stupid 1880s copy. Toby sighs, rolling his eyes before giving the most insincere smile ever to Dorian] Thanks for that, Dorian. You're very --
[and you know what? He just...can't. He can't even. He is not even sure how to finish that sentence or this conversation. If only Dorian was the sort to fetch a drink. Then it wouldn't be so awkward to bail on him. So Toby will just take a page from the Jeff Winger book, and turn and walk away mid-sentence.]
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[and you know what? He just...can't. He can't even. He is not even sure how to finish that sentence or this conversation. If only Dorian was the sort to fetch a drink. Then it wouldn't be so awkward to bail on him. So Toby will just take a page from the Jeff Winger book, and turn and walk away mid-sentence.]
[Later, non-corrupted Dorian]