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Jimmy looked over at him, confused. "What? No. Sit down, if you want," a hand waved towards the bed, "or stand. There's--" he looked at the window, and the bench that had appeared since the last time he remembered, and he frowned faintly, "--a window seat."

He pushed the chair he'd been using in at the desk so it wasn't taking up space, and sank onto the bed, leaning back on his hands. "Thanks for setting up the privacy network around here. Just can't manage the time to get anything done, seems like."

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