*Alastair groans and wishes he'd brought a book to read.*
Sure. The same 'nothing' you kept feeding to the media behind my back when we were in power.
God, Peter, if we get any more fucking discreet we'll end up in France. Wake me up when we're there.
*He settles down against the window and closes his eyes. Even if he doesn't actually doze off, it will save him from talking to Peter for the next hour.*
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Date: 2012-09-26 04:22 pm (UTC)Sure. The same 'nothing' you kept feeding to the media behind my back when we were in power.
God, Peter, if we get any more fucking discreet we'll end up in France. Wake me up when we're there.
*He settles down against the window and closes his eyes. Even if he doesn't actually doze off, it will save him from talking to Peter for the next hour.*