[He's waiting, breath coming out of him in hot puffs of air, arm draping itself across his forehead as he watches Jack reach for the draw. The words send a feeling of dread through the pit of his stomach and he turns his head to see Jack holding and he lets out a small groan of embarrassment when he sees what it is, dragging his arm across his eyes as his cheeks flushed, his other hand flailing about to slap it back in the drawer and missing.]
Oh gods...l-look, the twins got me that as a gag gift when I left...
[It sounds like denial, and it definitely is in a way.]
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Oh gods...l-look, the twins got me that as a gag gift when I left...
[It sounds like denial, and it definitely is in a way.]