Re: Church: Janus/Mason
Janus allowed for this polite fiction. He did just fine in company in general. He was a talker and a charmer, and with no audience he was a bit empty. It was the people like him, the ones that schemed to stay existent, they were the ones he didn't get along with. He didn't do well with the pecking order, not aggressive enough, and fond of his comforts. He squinted sideways at boss's 'great chain' comment, but he didn't indulge a further question.
It was for that same reason he didn't notice his comment could be interpreted any other way than it was. "A big question," he agreed. "I guess since you're here, and not there, that answers part of it." He gnawed at the hangnail a little more, worrying himself about maybes, and then abruptly shook himself out of it.
He took a big breath, let it out. "Sleep is an escape," he agreed, not attempting to be cryptic but managing it anyway. He was a little sober when he said it, and looked at the door. "I'm out, unless you need something. Got work." He quirked an inquiring brow.