[ he doesn't even notice the crate because his eyes have drifted closed, resting. the clink of her bottles starts them open again. he nods his agreement to her terms, there is always a certain clarity that comes along with being truly snockered. ]
Of course. [ john says blandly, draining his beer in preparation for something heavier as well. ] Which is why you brought in the calvary.
[ he touches his chest in indication, more joke than not. but there's something else lurking beneath the surface, probably jealousy for her ability to ask for help when she needs it honestly. ]
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Of course. [ john says blandly, draining his beer in preparation for something heavier as well. ] Which is why you brought in the calvary.
[ he touches his chest in indication, more joke than not. but there's something else lurking beneath the surface, probably jealousy for her ability to ask for help when she needs it honestly. ]