"You say that like grown men don't need chaperons," I say carefully, tone measured as I stare up at Neil and try to figure out just where his head is. Doesn't look like he's quite decided himself. But there's one thing I know, and that's the fact that Jack does need someone to watch over him, like life's finally catching up and refusing to let him be the supervisor anymore. Time for everyone else to look after his back.
Or time for me to try, anyway.
"Why don't ya sit," I tell Neil, waving at the seat across from me as I take a sip of beer.
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Date: 2012-06-10 08:26 pm (UTC)Or time for me to try, anyway.
"Why don't ya sit," I tell Neil, waving at the seat across from me as I take a sip of beer.