[ He's trying to hold that together, but to be honest, he barely manages on a good day. Right now, it's like he finally has a chance to get some relief from everything that's been building up inside of him, and he can't help it, he can feel his eyes prickling with tears he's making an effort not to shed. Blinking rapidly, Jefferson looks down at his lap, and his hands, which he'd started wringing together.
He sniffs, and it's harder to keep from totally falling apart, but Jefferson manages a weak laugh and wipes at his eyes, his voice nearly breaking. ] You called me 'kid' again...
[ Maybe it's an odd observation to make-- or a pointless one, if nothing else. But it sort of makes him feel like... okay. Maybe he does belong here, with the two of them, at least for now.
Sniffing again, Jefferson scrubs at his eyes with his sleeve, feeling foolish and childish. But he's smiling, at least. ]
I'm not so sure about a ball pit. [ SORRY, KENZ. ] But I can help you decorate?
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Date: 2017-03-20 03:00 am (UTC)He sniffs, and it's harder to keep from totally falling apart, but Jefferson manages a weak laugh and wipes at his eyes, his voice nearly breaking. ] You called me 'kid' again...
[ Maybe it's an odd observation to make-- or a pointless one, if nothing else. But it sort of makes him feel like... okay. Maybe he does belong here, with the two of them, at least for now.
Sniffing again, Jefferson scrubs at his eyes with his sleeve, feeling foolish and childish. But he's smiling, at least. ]
I'm not so sure about a ball pit. [ SORRY, KENZ. ] But I can help you decorate?
[ It's some small offer, so that counts, right? ]