[ Jefferson would be perfectly happy to not talk about last night. And while Brock may not try to let his gaze linger on the scar, Jefferson knows he's looking, and he draws away a little to prepare to insist on his goodbyes. ]
I don't think I could eat--
[ Oh. There's Kenzi. Wearing... the same shirt he used to sleep in, when he slept at the tea shop. There's something they have in common. Along with... kissing the same man.
Her husband. Who's right here.
Still, Jefferson's about to politely decline. But the smell of breakfast is tempting, and as if on cue, his stomach actually grumbles. Kind of hard to pretend he's not hungry now. So, he sighs and nods. ]
Okay. Thanks.
[ He'll just follow their lead. EVEN IF HE FEELS EXTREMELY AWKWARD. ]
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I don't think I could eat--
[ Oh. There's Kenzi. Wearing... the same shirt he used to sleep in, when he slept at the tea shop. There's something they have in common. Along with... kissing the same man.
Her husband. Who's right here.
Still, Jefferson's about to politely decline. But the smell of breakfast is tempting, and as if on cue, his stomach actually grumbles. Kind of hard to pretend he's not hungry now. So, he sighs and nods. ]
Okay. Thanks.
[ He'll just follow their lead. EVEN IF HE FEELS EXTREMELY AWKWARD. ]