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[SHUT UP, MAN.]

So — that's pretty much the state of things. Any questions?

[fullmeasure]

None at the moment. I'm sure I'll come up with some, though.

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Well, when you do, you know how to reach me. I'll get to work on organizing a meeting of the minds closer to the end of the month.

[Cue another pause as Saul's expression shifts to one that's... serious, but sentimental.]

I'm glad you're here, Mike.

[fullmeasure]

That would work. Gives us all time to settle in and get used to . . . this. [a broad gesture to the moon base, and being on the moon, and all the other crazy shit.

As for the second part . . . it isn't the first he's heard that, or at least had that feeling, from either him or the kid]

That seems to be the unanimous opinion. [which really means "I'm glad to be here too"]

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I don't think a month is enough time for that, but don't let me burst your bubble.

[Anyway, Saul gets it, and he smiles a little.

But only a little.]

I think I'm gonna grab myself some coffee. You ready for a refill?

[fullmeasure]

True; a year wouldn't be enough, considering everything I've seen and heard so far.

[but it's Mike, so it's not like he'd let on just how crazy he thinks all of this is. Mostly]

And yeah, I'm ready for one. [he pushes his cup towards him] Thanks. [and not just for the coffee]

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[A year, ten years, a whole lifetime...

Saul grabs Mike's cup and hops to his feet, nodding once in acknowledgment of the thanks (and maybe letting a much brighter smile sneak through again) before getting more of that crappy coffee.]