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Conan kept bantering with Jordan on their episode, as he kept up another bit. Jordan was trying to ask about whether it was a facade, and Conan didn't answer that.
This was a comedy podcast, and he was a comedian. It wasn't meant to get genuinely serious. And Conan didn't want that on the air.
"Okay, okay." Conan interrupted his friends rant, as the man quieted down. "Thank you, I appreciate the compliment. But this isn't neededed at the moment. What did you want to talk about?"
"I wanted to talk. To you."
"Why?" Conan asked, perplexed. Jordan was always a weird man, but now was acting weirder. Oddly, emotional? "Did you have a product you wanted to review?"
"No. I wanted to understand you more?"
"But why? We've known eachother for years and only argue. Even if we are friends."
"Because I love you, and I notice time passing more quickly."
Conan lost his words at the sentence. He held a stare with Jordan, mouth slightly gaped while Jordan stared calmly. Genuine.
"What are you talking about?"
"Over these past years, I've grown fond of you and your work. You're an extrordinary human being that I simply desire to understand on a deeper level. I am so often expressive of myself, yet you never truly change. And thats not an insult. You are both a comedian and celebrity. Of course you have to perform all the time. But we are getting older, and I am actually anxious of losing a chance for a conversation like this."
"Okay now hold on." Conan interrupted Jordan before he could continue. "I am not getting older. I'm only 60."
"You're right. That isn't very old, but it is still what society would consider old. You do look great for your age, but it isn't the same as say 20 years prior." Jordan explained. "But its also because in thst time I have grown fonder of you. I wqnt to understand you on a deeper level, and spend more time with you."
"You have a wife."
"What does that have to do with this? Can I not wish for an equally deep connection to another being without the same developmental affections?"
"Sure, but this sounds like a love confession."
"I don't think a confession is needed. Despite our banter, has my deep care for you not been evident?"
"Not really, you rant about the most inane things all the time. So why don't you explain to me how you feel?"
"Fine. I love you for the amazing comedian you are, and your work as a talk show host. You are an incredible and intelligent man who can understand when to assist someone speaking and when to lay back. You have the ability to portray a creepy persona without making guests uncomfortable. You are deeply caring and supportive. I don't look forward to your death, cause no doubt it will be one of the most devestating losses in my life, equal to the loss of my wife should she die prior to myself. That is why I am trying to understand you now."
Conan was speechless. No tears welled in his eyes, but he certainly broke his character. Jordan was giving the most genuine heartfelt look it was hard to keep himself steady.
"Well, that was quite the bit." Conan began, signing to the group to break. "We will go on break to wrangle my good friend back into his human body in the meantime."
Edurdo cut the audio, and Conan looked at Jordan. "Did you really mean that?"
"Absolutely, with my full being."
Conan let out a sigh, and smiled softly. "You can come over for dinner tonight, and we can chat."
"I'd love to." Jordan said with a smile.