[He should know it doesn't mean what it sounds like, but he's slipping. It may not look like it, but this work isn't his thing and it makes him tired. Leaves him sloppy. So it catches in under the ribs, stabbing at something soft and vulnerable.] Jesus. Well don't sugar coat it.
[The sarcasm's biting enough to be dangerous, fuse or no.]
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[The sarcasm's biting enough to be dangerous, fuse or no.]