[how is it that they contact each other again? fuck, I don't know, but chuuya has called them all into his swank-ass office, which still only has three chairs, because there are two people he likes in this room and he is one of them.]

Alright, listen up, we've got a fucking problem. Apparently Grayson had some kind of vision of himself dying sort of like how you two did-- [gesturing to carlos & polly-] and had the distinct feeling that if he didn't fuck, he'd die. Thing is, he should already have been safe on the 'fuck or get torn apart' rule.

So if any of you know anything about this, start talking. Especially you, Polly.