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Tada! [Travis cheers, waving his arms at the camo truck parked in front of them. That deja vu getting real snug in there, Jack?

But under the decal detailing the loss of his best bud Brylock, angel wings and all, there's another name below it:

𓍊 JERRY 𓍊
gone but not forgotten

it's great right?]

[stations]

( There's a-

long pause.

Just. A long pause. )

Travis, you know he's not dead right?

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Yeah man can't you read you're supposed to be the smart one. [He gestures again like he's helping a feeble goat.] He's just gone. It matters.

[stations]

Yeah, but-

( He starts — and then realizes he actually is not even remotely invested enough in this to go through the effort of continuing, and stops. )

You know what, you're right. It looks great, Travis. Great job. You really- nailed it?

( Don't ask him what exactly it is that Travis nailed. He doesn't even know. )

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[He practically beams at the you're right, not sensing any deceit, which is likely because he isn't looking for it because well

Jack it typically abysmal at it

so truly just the acknowledgment, even veiled, is enough.] Right. Good.

If I see any signs of him or [(you know your secret girlfriend) SABINE] I'll let you know. You and me, we got this. [He is going to leave now bye.]