[ Jefferson's too far intoxicated to even consider the absurdity of the two of them right now. He's cuddling with a stranger like they're on a date or something, and despite his misery, it's peaceful in a way that he hasn't really felt since his accident-- except, he thinks, for that time Kenzi came into the shop after her own accident.
But this is different from that, too. More intimate, despite not even knowing the man's name. Not until he finally says it. ]
'Kid'... [ Jefferson laughs, but not in that same, borderline hysterical way as before. There's no harsh edge to it. ] Nobody calls me that.
[ But he seems comforted enough to finally pull himself fully upright again, and he reaches for the water as prompted. He's trying to smile, but it's still not coming to him easily, not after the drunken outburst he had or the persistent noise of too many lives lived in his head. ]
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But this is different from that, too. More intimate, despite not even knowing the man's name. Not until he finally says it. ]
'Kid'... [ Jefferson laughs, but not in that same, borderline hysterical way as before. There's no harsh edge to it. ] Nobody calls me that.
[ But he seems comforted enough to finally pull himself fully upright again, and he reaches for the water as prompted. He's trying to smile, but it's still not coming to him easily, not after the drunken outburst he had or the persistent noise of too many lives lived in his head. ]
I'm Jefferson.