The urge to smash his head against his desk repeatedly is almost too hard to resist. In fact, for a split second he wonders if he did it hard enough would he be able to kill himself? Spencer wouldn't see that coming...
He flips the folder in front of him shut sharply, to make sure that the case he's working on is fully out of view, and then pushes it to the side. Part of him wants to be astounded by whatever Spencer has to say. He might even be welcoming the distraction deep down, somewhere inside, even if the rest of him is already annoyed and frustrated by the man sitting across from him.
"No." As soon as he mutters it, he realises that he probably should have lied. But Spencer would have known it wasn't the truth. Lassiter leans his elbows on his desk and steeples his fingers in front of him. "I'm not going to either."
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He flips the folder in front of him shut sharply, to make sure that the case he's working on is fully out of view, and then pushes it to the side. Part of him wants to be astounded by whatever Spencer has to say. He might even be welcoming the distraction deep down, somewhere inside, even if the rest of him is already annoyed and frustrated by the man sitting across from him.
"No." As soon as he mutters it, he realises that he probably should have lied. But Spencer would have known it wasn't the truth. Lassiter leans his elbows on his desk and steeples his fingers in front of him. "I'm not going to either."