[ It's good, he finds, to be sitting. It makes him feel less like the world's going to get yanked out from under him. Gets him to stop thinking about swirling vortexes and rabbit holes. It takes all his willpower not to slump over the table and bury his face in his arms. Instead, he just slumps against the man when he returns, using him to stay upright. He stares at the cup of water dully, then startles as an arm goes around his shoulder.
He radiates strength, like he's the total opposite of Jefferson. He looks at the man, brow furrowed, trying to study him. ] Are you hitting on me?
[ Look, he's drunk; he's not reading social cues that well. And it doesn't matter what the answer is, because Jefferson's just going to continue: ]
I had... this... breakup. A while ago. It was bad. [ At least, he's pretty sure it was bad. Anytime he tried to put the pieces together, all he could feel was an overwhelming negativity, frustration, and hostility surrounding that relationship. Recent interactions with Howard, since both of their accidents, only seemed to confirm that whatever the circumstances, their breakup was far from amicable. ] So... [ He smiles ruefully, then laughs again, rubbing his eyes. ] Pretty sure I'm damaged goods.
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He radiates strength, like he's the total opposite of Jefferson. He looks at the man, brow furrowed, trying to study him. ] Are you hitting on me?
[ Look, he's drunk; he's not reading social cues that well. And it doesn't matter what the answer is, because Jefferson's just going to continue: ]
I had... this... breakup. A while ago. It was bad. [ At least, he's pretty sure it was bad. Anytime he tried to put the pieces together, all he could feel was an overwhelming negativity, frustration, and hostility surrounding that relationship. Recent interactions with Howard, since both of their accidents, only seemed to confirm that whatever the circumstances, their breakup was far from amicable. ] So... [ He smiles ruefully, then laughs again, rubbing his eyes. ] Pretty sure I'm damaged goods.