"You'd regret blocking me the next time you wanted to complain about a particularly moronic alt-right appropriation of The Aeneid," Josh points out, mouth quirking in his own remembrance at that argument. Alecto Crabtree was - very compelling when he was angry and animated. While they definitely had very specific points on which they disagreed, they did also have topics on which they were wholeheartedly in accord, which was a major reason

He puts the entire folder down on the table, setting the pictures he'd brandished earlier on top of it. He hesitates, almost wanting to explain, but if the pictures themselves weren't compelling to him in and of themselves, this wouldn't have worked anyway.

"Thanks," he says, shortly, but sincere. "I remember you said -" He cuts himself off, gazing back at Alecto, finding himself at a loss for words - a very rare circumstance, for Mr. Joshua Archer. "Well, I'll... get out of yours for now then. It was good to see you." He glances at the folder again, and then slips out the heavy door.