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“—You were joking, of course” Samson leaned forward “I do have a sense of humor, too”

April pushed her salad around with her fork “I’m sure you do But you’re ular coworker”

“You seem to be perfectly capable”

“And you’re not s any easier”

“Oh?” Sa this?”

“When you glare at me after I make a joke, it feels like I’ve crossed a line Then, you encourage me to joke around with you Under these circuet a sense of what is appropriate, and that’s i to work here”

“Is it?”

“Would you want Garcia ripping on you about your sex life and calling you ‘Sammy’?”

“I have a hard ti,” he paused, and then said gravely, “No one calls me ‘Sammy’”

“You also tower”

Samson set his coffee down and narrowed his eyes “How do I do that?”

“You’re impossibly tall, and you never just sit next to so boundaries, if that’s what you want It makes it harder to tell where someone stands with you”

“Because I’?” he smirked God, that smirk of his

“Because you’re loooing to let hi “So I’ to try not toat the table with the rest of us”

Samson placed his hand on his chest “You cut me deep, April Deprived of your jokes? I’m not sure what my day would be like without your wit”

“Now you’re justfun offor a moment “You could drink coffee in your office, you know”