[Hi, Robert. Booker is either too jumpy right now to bother going to your door and knocking on it or he doesn't really feel like going near you right now since you two spent a fair amount of time sucking face recently for reasons.
Either way, preamble is for babies. Plus he trusts you, as much as he could considering your past dealings.]
[It takes about an hour for Lutece to answer. He has far too much to work on at this point; the hours he spends in his laboratory aren't generally given to checking the journals as well.
I might have found a way to actually fix my problem.
[Waking up in the middle of the night screaming, not getting any sleep no matter how much drink he poured into himself because the nightmares were so pervasive. You know, the usual.]
I need someone to supervise me while I'm asleep. Just the first time.
[Why doesn't he write everything? It sure takes the stammering out of his tone.]
A girl offered to help. Some kind of magic, I'm not even going to try to explain it to you.
[Booker knows that in translation, the actual message would become mangled. Booker would rather Robert hear it from the horse itself. The magic horse.]
But from what she told me [A short pause as Booker rubs at his eyes to keep awake.] it might be worth trying.
Late March 20th, written
[Hi, Robert. Booker is either too jumpy right now to bother going to your door and knocking on it or he doesn't really feel like going near you right now
since you two spent a fair amount of time sucking face recentlyfor reasons.Either way, preamble is for babies. Plus he trusts you, as much as he could considering your past dealings.]
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Still, he finally sees it.]
What is it?
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[Waking up in the middle of the night screaming, not getting any sleep no matter how much drink he poured into himself because the nightmares were so pervasive. You know, the usual.]
I need someone to supervise me while I'm asleep. Just the first time.
[Why doesn't he write everything? It sure takes the stammering out of his tone.]
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[Because, well, the scientist is curious.]
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[Booker knows that in translation, the actual message would become mangled. Booker would rather Robert hear it from the horse itself. The magic horse.]
But from what she told me [A short pause as Booker rubs at his eyes to keep awake.] it might be worth trying.
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[And later:]
I appreciate it.