This isn't fic. This is my brain exploding. Move away, there.

[chaletian]

It’s a thing

It’s not a thing.

I can tell it’s a thing.

Danny’s a thing.

Danny’s not a thing.

CJ, the President asked us in Senior Staff if Danny was a thing.

And I said, no, Danny is not a thing.

The very fact that the President asked means that he’s a thing.

He’s a thing?

Oh yeah.

Shit.

Pretty much.

So, what about Donna?

Donna’s not a thing.

Doesn’t the fact that I’m asking you about her make it a thing?

Nope.

How does that work?

It’s the complex and labyrinthine workings of the White House.

The complex and labyrinthine workings of the White House mean that Donna’s not a thing and Danny is? And this makes sense?

Well, you have to have a brilliant political mind to get it.

And you have a brilliant political mind?

I don’t like to brag.

In a pig’s eye.

Yeah, whatever. Listen, CJ, it’s a thing.

That’s not fair.

I know. Life sucks.

You suck, Josh. Just you.