[Ramon considers Caduceus's words carefully. He'd never really considered judging himself for it, while fully aware the others would. It wasn't really their business. He showed up for work on time, did what he was told, went home. Why would it ever be anyone else's business what he did during non-business hours?
Could he possibly find it within himself to feel bad about it?
...Does he even have to be?
Ramon, with extreme hesitation, picks up his paper slip. He holds it between his fingers for a long time, debating whether or not if he has the courage to look at it. He takes in a lungful of air to steel himself and finally turns it over and his eyes scan over it.
His head reels back when he finishes.]
Did they really have to word it that way?
[Which is to say, yeah, it's exactly what he thought it would be. Nothing about hookers and blow, though. He turns it back face-down on the desk. Yeah, no one else can read it, but he can.]
Either we're witness to a weird double standard, or she's only concerned with the worst of what we've done.
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Could he possibly find it within himself to feel bad about it?
...Does he even have to be?
Ramon, with extreme hesitation, picks up his paper slip. He holds it between his fingers for a long time, debating whether or not if he has the courage to look at it. He takes in a lungful of air to steel himself and finally turns it over and his eyes scan over it.
His head reels back when he finishes.]
Did they really have to word it that way?
[Which is to say, yeah, it's exactly what he thought it would be. Nothing about hookers and blow, though. He turns it back face-down on the desk. Yeah, no one else can read it, but he can.]
Either we're witness to a weird double standard, or she's only concerned with the worst of what we've done.