Or I realize I'm well and truly mad. [ That's the most likely outcome, he figures. Who knows what it is that twisted Jefferson into such a pessimistic person. But he at least manages a brief, wry smile at the notion of drinking.

It does, however, take Jefferson a few moments before he can respond to Damon's question-- though not with any direct answer. ]

People ask me that a lot here. I don't think anyone's ever cared to ask before... before... [ He gestures vaguely. Before 'the accident'? Before Wayward Pines? Back in his 'real' world, whichever world that may be? Whatever the case may be, it certainly feels as if it's been a lifetime since people actually asked after his well-being. ] It's strange.