[His hand braces against the countertop as he tries to drag himself back upright. He only ends up slipping lower until finally he just thinks, fuck it, and abandons himself to the press of gravity, lets his body slide down the counter's vertical surface in a protracted drag of clothing against wood.]
Y'know, I, uh, I kinda get that.
[His tone is even and controlled, as always. He's always had a fantastic poker face.]
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Y'know, I, uh, I kinda get that.
[His tone is even and controlled, as always. He's always had a fantastic poker face.]
But, heh. Yeah. Accident.