*feels then, for the first time, that something really isn't right (it's been two days since the last hurried, toneless text and none of that is at all like Glorfindel)* *thinks about Vairë's own reservations and has to stifle the unkind thought that perhaps she is monopolizing Glorfindel to keep him from a relationship of which she does not approve (but no, he can't entirely banish the thought, either)*
*his expression clouding as he mumbles noncommittally, completely unconscious he's even speaking aloud* I guess.
*forces his thoughts abruptly back to business* Keep Toby on his toes, but don't groom him, per se. I'm not limiting our options to internal candidates. Personnel has the details and I'll want you to narrow it down to the short list for me. *quirks a lopsided smile (he is still young / you are his advisor whether you like it or not)* Old man.