[ You say that, Rumlow, but Jefferson isn't so sure. You two have been alarmingly kind to him, and now he feels like there's a giant spotlight shining on him as they all sit down and make with the polite questions.
He helps himself to a couple of pancakes, spreading a little bit of butter on them, as he keeps his eyes focused on the task at hand and not on them. ] I slept fine. I don't, uh... remember much from after you... [ CARRIED ME IN YOUR ARMS. Because that certainly was a thing that happened. He's about to add that he doesn't normally drink like that, except he's pretty sure that he does, since that was how his accident happened.
So he opts for a different excuse instead, one that might make him seem like 'disaster' isn't just his default mode of being. ]
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He helps himself to a couple of pancakes, spreading a little bit of butter on them, as he keeps his eyes focused on the task at hand and not on them. ] I slept fine. I don't, uh... remember much from after you... [ CARRIED ME IN YOUR ARMS. Because that certainly was a thing that happened. He's about to add that he doesn't normally drink like that, except he's pretty sure that he does, since that was how his accident happened.
So he opts for a different excuse instead, one that might make him seem like 'disaster' isn't just his default mode of being. ]
It's been a rough couple of months.