[Jon sits, too disoriented to do much more than just do as he's told. Digital records. Right, he can just print a copy. So, why is he here? His fingers curl around the cup of tea he'd brought for himself as he stares at Elias.]
I wanted to... [His expression hardens. He needs to shake this off. He's just been jerked around like a dog on a leash, and while it's nothing Jon wants to particularly think about, it's happened.] It's none of your business. I told you what you needed to know in my text.
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I wanted to... [His expression hardens. He needs to shake this off. He's just been jerked around like a dog on a leash, and while it's nothing Jon wants to particularly think about, it's happened.] It's none of your business. I told you what you needed to know in my text.