[ You can't hear him, Stephen, but the people in line certainly can. An enduring, unbroken groan that begins barely above a whisper and ends with jolting awake a drunk passed out on the curb. ]
dude. that's boring. you're being boring right now.
[ Is it victory or is it Jake moving the goalposts and pretending like Stephen is surfacing these ideas for the first time? No need to make a question of this one, chief. It's definitely the latter. ]
you need to get you some self respect, man. [ If Jake seems a little less manic, it's because he's finally got a kebab in hand. They weren't a cure for the potent mix of sugar and alcohol inside him, but the spongey mystery meat would at least soak up some of whatever had yet to progress to his liver. ] that self deprecation crap, that's some slippery wizbiz right there. you gotta be careful with that, you got responsibilities now.
[ Jesus Christ. Victory slips through his fingers like sand, and with a long slow breath in and a sigh heavy enough to cause somebody in a hammock on the opposite side of the room to glance up from her own book, mildly concerned, Stephen resigns himself to this being a long conversation after all. ]
You're right. I've never had responsibilities before in my life and I understand now that I need to do better Thanks so much for the pep talk
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[ He's a wizard he knows he's a wizard but semantics are salvation and he'll weaponise them when he must.
Still. Jake's a friend, so. ]
Have you tried asking any of the doctors if they brought something with them?
[ Yes he's also a doctor and if semantics are about to be weaponised right back at him so help him he'll fight foul. ]
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dude. that's boring. you're being boring right now.
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[ Is this... victory over the sudden appearance of trash-talking texts about thighs? Could it possibly be that easy? ]
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you need to get you some self respect, man. [ If Jake seems a little less manic, it's because he's finally got a kebab in hand. They weren't a cure for the potent mix of sugar and alcohol inside him, but the spongey mystery meat would at least soak up some of whatever had yet to progress to his liver. ] that self deprecation crap, that's some slippery wizbiz right there. you gotta be careful with that, you got responsibilities now.
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You're right. I've never had responsibilities before in my life and I understand now that I need to do better
Thanks so much for the pep talk
Are you going to ask someone for a balm or not?
[ He'll ask around for you, so help him dog. ]