We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.
➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.
➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...
➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.
➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.
➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.
➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.
➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!
➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.
"Your accountants are making sure I get paid for my hours, and my secretary is making sure I record my hours correctly," he said, "so you're already doing something for me."
Hotchner fastened his briefcase. He'd done what he'd come to do. "Tomorrow, when I come, I may have the paperwork from the prosecution. I wouldn't expect it, if I were you. They're dragging their feet, but they know that what I've told you is the best outcome they're going to get."
He knew. If he were the prosecution and the defense came to him with this argument, he'd hate it, but he'd take it, because otherwise, the defense could argue and surely achieve even less from the jury. This way, it was the best for both parties instead of only the best for one.
"I suppose I should be grateful that your usual legal team turned this one down."
Justin couldn't imagine any attorney in the world would be happy with his case. That was, any attorney who didn't need a little extra cash. From avarice, he would actually be less inclined to deal with them. But here was a man with a sick son, a man who clearly had morals, and he was pushing them to the side (or meddling with them, Justin wasn't sure) in order for the greater good of his family.
Everyone had a breaking point. Before Ivan Vanko, Justin had been certain that anyone without a substantial bank account could be bought. While he didn't like to take advantage of that if he could help it (really, springing Vanko out had come from a deep sense of envy that had almost led him to a breaking point that involved far less illegal activities and far more sleepless nights filled with jealousy, spite, and anger), but was it really taking advantage of this Aaron Hotchner if they both came out the better for it?
Then again, maybe that was the justification a man doing something not quite moral would come up with.
"My usual legal team seems to have scattered to the winds as of late." Justin paid his team very well, and he always had. They had no reason to need more monetary reimbursement, not after years being in his service. There was a price for most every man; he just assumed he'd already paid them off long ago. "Honestly? I'm grateful myself. If—ah—if your pay is not what you need, do not hesitate to ask for me. I am more than willing to give what you require, and you needn't state a reason."
If his son's hospital bills were covered but Hotchner wanted a new car, all he needed to do was ask. If he wanted a new house to go with it. If he wanted a pool, a hot tub, a jacuzzi, a full remodeling of his living space...all he would ever have to do was ask. Not just in a few months, but ever. Justin wouldn't give him a free ride for the rest of his life, but whatever bumps could come up along the way that he couldn't cover without fear of debt? Justin would be right there with a check, slipped inside a discreet envelope, and not a question would be asked.
But Aaron stood and put a hand on the chair back, ready to push it back out into the offices. "I'm not greedy, Mister Hammer," he said. "The pay you're giving me for this is enough."
Enough to pay what his insurance wouldn't. Enough to pay what Haley's insurance wouldn't. Enough that he wouldn't have to sell his house (he'd already sold his car, bought an older one, a used one, that he'd found for just a couple thousand dollars, but damn it, Jack was going to live). And the pay, really... It was steep.
It was steep for a reason. After the scattering of Hammer's lawyers to the four winds, everyone in the law profession had seen it as a sinking ship and the rats were bailing out. They'd told him he was going to sink his career going defense from prosecution, going willingly into this case.
But none of them knew about Jack. He would keep it that way.
"Read all that over tonight," he said, "and let me know if there are any changes I need to make. I'll be back tomorrow."
He would have laughed if the situation wasn't so serious. What else was he going to do over the course of the night, stare at the walls, one in turn and then the other? Look at his unlaced shoes and try to get used to walking in shoes that weren't held together properly? Sit and think on his crimes and do his best to look full of regret and sorrow whenever anyone else happened to come by so they could make a note of it? Let himself be watched doing absolutely nothing at all? It's laughable, the idea that Justin would put anything necessary off to, essentially, do absolutely nothing.
But it's hardly a matter that needs to be laughed about to make it more obvious.
"You got it." He smacked the papers against the palm of his hand idly, taking a moment to puzzle out if they needed to go over anything else. "What time tomorrow?"
He needed something to look forward to. Odd that it would ever be a visit from a lawyer, but when they lived in a world where a man could fly in a metal suit...well, odd was quickly being replaced.
Time. He hadn't figured on an exact time, but now that it was mentioned to him, he looked at his watch. "Taking into account that I'll have some discussions with the prosecution tomorrow morning, I'll be able to be here after lunch."
Unless the meeting went over, which he really hoped it wouldn't. The prosecution knew what he knew. The prosecution knew what he was going to be giving them. But they enjoyed dragging things out. Inconveniencing him.
They had the right, of course. But that didn't mean he enjoyed it.
"I'll talk to the guards about bringing in outside food," he offered as well. "I know what the meals are like in here."
Meals from outside? Good God, that would be like manna from heaven. Not that Justin couldn't get whatever he wanted with a few well-placed bills, but the idea of having it brought to him without his needing to shove around his wealth was nice. It was, well, humane. He hadn't been getting a lot of that lately, and if the situation was less dire, he might have smiled.
As it was, his lips twitched upwards. Just a tad, just on one side, but it was there.
"That'd be great. Anything works. I don't have any food allergies. Chinese? Chinese is good, if you like Chinese. But, yeah: anything works."
He smacks the reading material against his palm once more, lips pursing as though to think of anything else he needs. Shoelaces? Yes. But he won't be getting them until he leaves, he knows, so it's pointless to even bring them up.
"I'll get on this immediately and see you tomorrow, then."
Chinese? Well, that was easy enough - easy enough to be done without even thinking about it, even if he was sure he'd end up hitting a buffet and bringing back two take-out boxes. But Chinese...
No problem.
"Any preferences for dishes while I'm at it?" It wouldn't hurt to be a little nice to his client. Especially since Hammer was already being put through the wringer.
It was out of his mouth without filter to stop it. Chinese noodles. The man had the world on a string on his finger, financially speaking, and all he could immediately think of was noodles. No fancy names to run off his tongue with practiced ease. No. Just noodles.
"Anything with noodles. And a bowl of rice would be great. Uh...pepper and chicken, other than that. I'm easy to please, really. Chinese in general, whatever you get, it'll be fine."
It'll be fine. The food would be fine, whatever it was. His lawyer would be fine, as long as he pulled through (and even if he didn't, Justin wouldn't leave him out cold; he tried his best). And Justin, if he kept repeating it? He might be fine, too.
"Noodles. Pepper and chicken. And rice." He'd try to remember that. Noodles, he was sure he could handle. Lo mein was a favourite in his house, so he'd need no reminder of that. But peppers were off the menu for Jack, so that might be a bit more difficult.
He'd make the effort.
"I'll be back tomorrow."
And with that, he turned to push the chair back out into the office he'd gotten it from, his briefcase in hand. It would be an interesting overnight, to say the least. He was already making bets with himself on how many phone calls he'd get before morning.
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Hotchner fastened his briefcase. He'd done what he'd come to do. "Tomorrow, when I come, I may have the paperwork from the prosecution. I wouldn't expect it, if I were you. They're dragging their feet, but they know that what I've told you is the best outcome they're going to get."
He knew. If he were the prosecution and the defense came to him with this argument, he'd hate it, but he'd take it, because otherwise, the defense could argue and surely achieve even less from the jury. This way, it was the best for both parties instead of only the best for one.
"I suppose I should be grateful that your usual legal team turned this one down."
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Everyone had a breaking point. Before Ivan Vanko, Justin had been certain that anyone without a substantial bank account could be bought. While he didn't like to take advantage of that if he could help it (really, springing Vanko out had come from a deep sense of envy that had almost led him to a breaking point that involved far less illegal activities and far more sleepless nights filled with jealousy, spite, and anger), but was it really taking advantage of this Aaron Hotchner if they both came out the better for it?
Then again, maybe that was the justification a man doing something not quite moral would come up with.
"My usual legal team seems to have scattered to the winds as of late." Justin paid his team very well, and he always had. They had no reason to need more monetary reimbursement, not after years being in his service. There was a price for most every man; he just assumed he'd already paid them off long ago. "Honestly? I'm grateful myself. If—ah—if your pay is not what you need, do not hesitate to ask for me. I am more than willing to give what you require, and you needn't state a reason."
If his son's hospital bills were covered but Hotchner wanted a new car, all he needed to do was ask. If he wanted a new house to go with it. If he wanted a pool, a hot tub, a jacuzzi, a full remodeling of his living space...all he would ever have to do was ask. Not just in a few months, but ever. Justin wouldn't give him a free ride for the rest of his life, but whatever bumps could come up along the way that he couldn't cover without fear of debt? Justin would be right there with a check, slipped inside a discreet envelope, and not a question would be asked.
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Enough to pay what his insurance wouldn't. Enough to pay what Haley's insurance wouldn't. Enough that he wouldn't have to sell his house (he'd already sold his car, bought an older one, a used one, that he'd found for just a couple thousand dollars, but damn it, Jack was going to live). And the pay, really... It was steep.
It was steep for a reason. After the scattering of Hammer's lawyers to the four winds, everyone in the law profession had seen it as a sinking ship and the rats were bailing out. They'd told him he was going to sink his career going defense from prosecution, going willingly into this case.
But none of them knew about Jack. He would keep it that way.
"Read all that over tonight," he said, "and let me know if there are any changes I need to make. I'll be back tomorrow."
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He would have laughed if the situation wasn't so serious. What else was he going to do over the course of the night, stare at the walls, one in turn and then the other? Look at his unlaced shoes and try to get used to walking in shoes that weren't held together properly? Sit and think on his crimes and do his best to look full of regret and sorrow whenever anyone else happened to come by so they could make a note of it? Let himself be watched doing absolutely nothing at all? It's laughable, the idea that Justin would put anything necessary off to, essentially, do absolutely nothing.
But it's hardly a matter that needs to be laughed about to make it more obvious.
"You got it." He smacked the papers against the palm of his hand idly, taking a moment to puzzle out if they needed to go over anything else. "What time tomorrow?"
He needed something to look forward to. Odd that it would ever be a visit from a lawyer, but when they lived in a world where a man could fly in a metal suit...well, odd was quickly being replaced.
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Unless the meeting went over, which he really hoped it wouldn't. The prosecution knew what he knew. The prosecution knew what he was going to be giving them. But they enjoyed dragging things out. Inconveniencing him.
They had the right, of course. But that didn't mean he enjoyed it.
"I'll talk to the guards about bringing in outside food," he offered as well. "I know what the meals are like in here."
A hint of humanity. Maybe that would help, too.
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As it was, his lips twitched upwards. Just a tad, just on one side, but it was there.
"That'd be great. Anything works. I don't have any food allergies. Chinese? Chinese is good, if you like Chinese. But, yeah: anything works."
He smacks the reading material against his palm once more, lips pursing as though to think of anything else he needs. Shoelaces? Yes. But he won't be getting them until he leaves, he knows, so it's pointless to even bring them up.
"I'll get on this immediately and see you tomorrow, then."
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No problem.
"Any preferences for dishes while I'm at it?" It wouldn't hurt to be a little nice to his client. Especially since Hammer was already being put through the wringer.
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It was out of his mouth without filter to stop it. Chinese noodles. The man had the world on a string on his finger, financially speaking, and all he could immediately think of was noodles. No fancy names to run off his tongue with practiced ease. No. Just noodles.
"Anything with noodles. And a bowl of rice would be great. Uh...pepper and chicken, other than that. I'm easy to please, really. Chinese in general, whatever you get, it'll be fine."
It'll be fine. The food would be fine, whatever it was. His lawyer would be fine, as long as he pulled through (and even if he didn't, Justin wouldn't leave him out cold; he tried his best). And Justin, if he kept repeating it? He might be fine, too.
Might.
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He'd make the effort.
"I'll be back tomorrow."
And with that, he turned to push the chair back out into the office he'd gotten it from, his briefcase in hand. It would be an interesting overnight, to say the least. He was already making bets with himself on how many phone calls he'd get before morning.