What Jack feels like, right then, is shit, but he's got enough sense not to
say that, because nobody made this bed but him. He nods, fetching the
fixings for frittata out of the fridge. It'll take longer than scrambled
eggs or omelettes, but he'd like something to do with his hands right then.
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Date: 2016-07-31 08:13 pm (UTC)What Jack feels like, right then, is shit, but he's got enough sense not to say that, because nobody made this bed but him. He nods, fetching the fixings for frittata out of the fridge. It'll take longer than scrambled eggs or omelettes, but he'd like something to do with his hands right then.
"Okay."