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[nipple-brains]

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[jimmymcgools]

For the scene commentary, chapter 2 ACB, the first real conversation he has with Kim at the end of the day when he decides to bum a smoke from her.

don’t mind me waiting to answer this until i'm back at work! 🤡

coworker: you look focused over there me: oh i am

(here are my previous answers or ask for anything i haven’t covered yet )  

i’m trying to remember what i was thinking about as i wrote this scene and it’s just a big white void. these early acb chapters are interesting because somewhere around chapter 5/6 i started trying to make them stand on their own a bit, and this one feels kinda empty in comparison. 

i know i had some of chapter 2 written before i posted chapter 1 (first and only time this has ever happened), but after i hit post i shriveled up into my shell and didn’t check ao3 for days because i guess i assumed i was going to get a bunch of “boo, this isn’t how i pictured it!” comments right outta the gate. so i maybe had half of this scene done before i knew i’d be publishing it. 

okay! thoughts are coming back!! i do remember toying with it taking longer for them to really talk -- but then i’d think of jimmy’s “gal singular, actually” after literally one week, and that didn’t seem like an option anymore 

She sways a little on her feet and Jimmy frowns. She looks, suddenly, tired.  

He can’t get a good read on her.

And then, as if she can hear his thoughts, Kim surprises him again by asking, “So how was your first day?”

always loved the thought of jimmy managing to suss out everyone in the mailroom/HHM except kim. especially thinking about where they end up i.e. the only people able to really read each other 

and here’s kim feeling comfortable enough to relax in his presence after she’s seen a full day of mullet-wearing stamp-licking embellished-story-telling jimmying. 

with these early interactions i was always trying to like, balance things. so like, this scene isn’t just jimmy badgering her. she starts up the convo again now. she’s curious. he’s new. 

Jimmy nods. “Good. Printed a lot of things, licked a lot of stamps. My tongue’s already dying!”

“…Yes, that’s the worst,” Kim says, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

kim is NOT gonna tell him about the sponge, she wants to watch the himbo lick stamps. cheap entertainment 

His voice echoes hollowly in the garage. “I thought you were a lawyer. This morning."

Kim nods. “That explains the ‘give them hell’.”

i used to have a super timeline breaking julia roberts joke in here, rip to it

A worse version of him would look at this woman working all day in a mailroom and somehow finding time to study for a law degree and think that she’s a sucker—that there must be some easier way to do it, some short cut, some cheat. But Jimmy can remember when Chuck was off at Georgetown, younger than all his peers but you wouldn’t know it to look at him, and already so busy he could barely make it home for family holidays.

He can’t imagine Chuck delivering mail or two-hole punching documents for hours on end.

He can’t imagine having that kind of drive.

this seemed like such an impossible challenge at the start of this fic. the idea that jimmy would respect someone doing something the really hard way, the really long way, LET ALONE that within a year or two he’d literally be doing it himself

it’s absolutely bonkers. 

but i think there’s something to him seeing the difference between the kim way and the chuck way. the chuck way is just kinda like magic. of course chuck can do that. but seeing kim working day in and day out, being next to it, i dunno! i think there’s a weird thing that would make the much harder way actually seem more achievable to jimmy 

“Something about the law being the most important invention in the history of civilization, I think,” Jimmy says. “Mankind’s greatest achievement.” He gives a short chuckle. “I don’t get it.”

chuck’s been delivering pieces of his chicanery breakdown for years

“You don’t?” Kim asks. “I thought you were here—” She catches herself and stops. “Sorry. Almost asked a personal question myself.”

thought you were howard 2.0, here to make name partner in a year 

Kim snorts quietly. She drops her cigarette and stamps it with her heel. “It’s the new environmental policies they’re rolling out. No more flushing.”

Jimmy grins delightedly and finishes his own cigarette.

ah, bonding over toilet jokes

also of course giving jimmy one of his best ideas 💩💩💩

Kim nods in acknowledgement and then disappears into the darkness.

But Jimmy can hear her long after she vanishes, heels clicking metrically on the concrete floor.

i wish i’d had a better grip on mailroom kim and the thought that she probably wouldn’t wear heels, but i do really like how this scene ends. thesis statement for the whole show. gal singular, actually. even when she’s gone she’s never really gone.