[ It's like Christmas, seeing him like this. Crane is still in his suit, simply because it's the only way he feels he can blend in--nice, earthy tones. Forgettable. Crane likes being forgettable. Moriarty, it seems, can't help but burn bright and loud and announce that yes, he is smart and he is the best there is.
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Somehow, Crane isn't sure it's an ego thing. It's something else. ]
Mr. Moriarty.
[ He lets the other in, closing the door behind them. He dislikes lack of privacy. Now it's them. All alone.
"Don't flirt with me, Dr. Jonathan Crane."
A shiver moves through his spine, and to cover it he clears his throat. ]
Didn't think you'd actually come.