There's a beat as Harry takes a pause. "Yep." he says, still deadpan, "Came with the job. Nice office, company car, abusive boss, cynicism. You know-- I had to negotiate for the cynicism? My boss tried to force me to be happy all the time, but I told 'im it wasn't worth the paycheck if I couldn't be a dick to people."

Harry smirks a little at that. Okay, the banter is good. It's making him feel like him again.

["So all this time I've been moping, and what I really need? The one thing I hoped for? I was getting it. I just needed a fucking break. And what about...you guys? The audience? You don't want me moping and bitching for the next...however many episodes or whatever the hell it is, right?"]

"So where're you sitting? I could come by you, let you do this in person. This camera always gets my bad side." Harry's smirk widens a little, but his tone is still deadpan. "Whaddaya say? Pretty...pretty sure these screen cracks make me look fat, too."