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[certaininequities]

Alright, alright, you got me. I'm not Jonah.

[he winces, glancing around, clearly embarrassed]

I'm his assistant, Ted Hoffman. I don't want a Pulitzer, I just ... I wanna bring something back that'll make Jonah take a little more notice. Make me realize I'm not just - [how had Jonah described Hoffman that one day at the gentlemen's club? he thinks fast] - 'some whiny little twig in a cheap suit'.

[thegreatmysterio]

[Quentin lets out a huff of a laugh at that last part. Honestly, he could see the whole 'whiny twig' thing, just a little. It's hard to tell if the hoodie and dark jeans are an improvement over a cheap suit, or if Hoffman's in the same boat Quentin is: you take what you can get here, and vaguely hope for what you used to have.

...And, well. Quentin knows a thing or two about wanting to impress a boss. The only difference is that he knows how easy it is to get burned. How quickly they'll toss you out on your ass if you misstep, or want to write you off completely to steal your work. Poor fucker. Probably gets fucked over with every article he writes.

Quentin gives Hoffman one of his 'cardboard' smiles, pleasant with no real substance behind it, slight and vaguely amused.]

I've heard that one before. Been in the same position more than once, even. But- [He laughs a little, rubs at the back of his neck in a casual gesture.] I don't know what would catch the ear of a guy like that. I'm used to reports and the like, not so much... interviews. Facts are easier, y'know?

[The best lie is one with some truth built into it. He's used to presentations, rattling off numbers and figures and all other kinds of bullshit. Running every possible variable into the ground to make sure a plan is air-tight. And spilling his actual plans to this guy? Is a fucking laugh of an idea.

But he can probably spin up some tasty little bullshit for Hoffman to take back, if the guy ever does make it back.]

[certaininequities]

I get it, I get it.

[Norman nods, trying to remember what else Peter had told him about 'Mysterio', what parts would have been public knowledge. that asinine organization that superceded the military in Peter's world, what was it called - right.]

Uh, debriefings, right? You were with SHIELD. People like that are always about the facts. But you told everyone his identity - why? Weren't you working with them?

[thegreatmysterio]

[Ah, SHIELD. Those jackasses who bought his shit hook, line, and sinker. If he wasn't trying to keep up his whole 'inter-dimensional soldier' schtick for this guy, he'd let himself laugh about all of that. As is, hah. Time to get weaving on this nice little web of lies.]

I was with them, yes. But SHIELD had also been compromised by that point. Spider-Man was.. [A pain in his ass. A fucking nuisance. Ugh, he has to go for the polite option here.] He was the last of the old guard there, if I remember right. And they trusted him.

[Quentin smiles self-deprecatingly, taking a sip of his beer. Tries to go for the vaguely remorseful mentor vibe as he looks down at the table briefly.]

I trusted him. All it got both of us was stabbed in the back. I left that for SHIELD so they'd know. I don't know why it got further than that, or how.

[If- no, when he gets back, he's going to get William a nice system upgrade for 'leaking' that shit to the public. Just... genius, really, if Hoffman's serious about everyone knowing. Jameson was a backup plan, and to hear it went off without a hitch? Glorious.]