[Venkman's triumphant for a bit, glad to have finally gotten a rise out of Kim, up until the snippets of Kim's memories hit him. He wonders why a memory discussing trauma comes to Kim's mind when he uses that nickname, and while he doesn't have anywhere near enough context to conjure up why, Venkman does realize that they might be connected. And for the first time this whole conversation, he genuinely feels bad.]
Sorry.
[His voice is just a little softer, the bite having gone out of it. If I'd realized it was that bad, I wouldn't have said it. He's an asshole sometimes, sure, but there's lines he doesn't feel like crossing, even with people he truly despises.
The edge comes back to his tone when he speaks up again.]
I don't need your concern. Or your pity. So take your "professional duty" and shove it.
[Does he even know how terrifying it is, to have a cop snooping around your home, refusing to leave, badgering you with questions? At least people like Frump had superiors, people who might keep him in check. He's got no one to answer to. He could do anything he damn well wants. Not like I can stop him right now.]
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Sorry.
[His voice is just a little softer, the bite having gone out of it. If I'd realized it was that bad, I wouldn't have said it. He's an asshole sometimes, sure, but there's lines he doesn't feel like crossing, even with people he truly despises.
The edge comes back to his tone when he speaks up again.]
I don't need your concern. Or your pity. So take your "professional duty" and shove it.
[Does he even know how terrifying it is, to have a cop snooping around your home, refusing to leave, badgering you with questions? At least people like Frump had superiors, people who might keep him in check. He's got no one to answer to. He could do anything he damn well wants. Not like I can stop him right now.]