[ His voice comes out a sharp hiss, though Jefferson doesn't seem to be irritated or angry, so much as distressed. He hunches his shoulders a little, scrubs a hand over his face, and glances over at the waitress again, offering a weak smile even as she quickly rushes away rather than engage with the two of them. ]
Sorry. He's sorry, too.
[ People are staring. This isn't good. Questioning isn't good. Jefferson takes a furtive glance around the diner and reaches for his wallet. Might as well pay and leave now that they've overstayed their welcome. ]
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[ His voice comes out a sharp hiss, though Jefferson doesn't seem to be irritated or angry, so much as distressed. He hunches his shoulders a little, scrubs a hand over his face, and glances over at the waitress again, offering a weak smile even as she quickly rushes away rather than engage with the two of them. ]
Sorry. He's sorry, too.
[ People are staring. This isn't good. Questioning isn't good. Jefferson takes a furtive glance around the diner and reaches for his wallet. Might as well pay and leave now that they've overstayed their welcome. ]