Poison shrugs helplessly. "You just-- this feels awkward," he murmurs. "Wanted you to have a way out, if you wanted it." He's not telling Jack to go. He looks down at the floor, then slides off the counter so he can pour his coffee and put the kettle on for Jack.
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Date: 2016-07-31 08:37 pm (UTC)