Moist lets himself in, edging around a blinking tower holding an envelope by one corner. Doctor Horrible's slumped in an oversized - very oversized - armchair. Making horrible plans, or - from the lack of laptop or even notepad - just wishing the sun wouldn't come up. He hasn't seen the Doctor in a week, his last blog post was three days ago, and then there's the mail.
"Um. Hey. Your certificate?"
You don't drop a certificate of induction into the Evil League of Evil, you just don't, so Moist waves it in his probable line of sight, tilted to show the logo. And resists the urge to tap on his goggles to see if he's even awake.
"Great."
Great. C'mon, Doc, c'mon. Take it or risk watermarks... He drops it. "Man, you should get out more. You've got groupies."
"No autographs." Horrible curls even farther back into the gigantic chair. Moist looms by default. "Uh, one of them offered to pick up your dry-cleaning?"
That was worth a wrinkled nose. "I don't have dry-cleaning." And four words, maybe five. Right tone. He even pulls the goggles off for an irritated glare. His eyes are red, but dry.
"It's an example. I'm hoping for one who'll pay your rent."
"Rent."
"Due yesterday?"
Dr. Horrible blinks, laboriously. "Okay. I'll rob a bank. I've got a stun ray, it..." Dr. Horrible trails off, and Moist thinks that the guy's going to fall over when he does get out of that chair, and if they don't get beaten to a pulp he'll be the best-paid henchman in the union.
"You're in my lab," Dr. Horrible says thinly. "Moist, you're in my lab. You raise the ambient humidity five degrees just walking into a room and you're standing here talking to me in my lab."
And he was wrong, because Dr. Horrible doesn't collapse until he's got Moist out in the hall, and the lab door slammed shut. He leans against it, shaking slightly and glaring like Moist was the one whose lab coat very definitely does need dry-cleaning unless he needs those bloodstains for cloning or something, muttering half-coherently about the phone he'd installed specifically so Moist would never have any reason to be in his lab. The one that's been off the hook for two weeks now.
"So, which bank?"
Best-paid henchman in the union. He deserves every penny.