[ funny how one man's admirable trait is another's self-destructive coping mechanism. easy enough to take this all in stride when the alternative is spiralling beyond repair. he did that once; he isn't eager to try it again. ]

Oh! You have a job?

[ the awe that wraps around that particular word is akin to when a child asks a paleontologist about dinosaurs, as if they'd been there and met one themselves. iris sits up in his seat a little more, even going so far as to lean in closer. ]

I'll probably have to get one too, right? Could I be a courier too? Or — [ well, he doesn't want to barge in on wilhelm's territory or anything, ] — maybe they need someone sorting the mail? I'm really good at — paper.

[ .... eh, sorta. ]