[ Chewing on the dried meat instantly relieves a good chunk of his anxiety. God, how fucking weird?
He turns and looks at Hank, a brow raised. He swallows that chunk of jerky and licks his lips. ]
I'm not a grade schooler. [ Oh good he's grumpy, so you know he's feeling better. His cheeks get a little pink. ] But uh, thanks. For keeping me grounded in there.
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He turns and looks at Hank, a brow raised. He swallows that chunk of jerky and licks his lips. ]
I'm not a grade schooler. [ Oh good he's grumpy, so you know he's feeling better. His cheeks get a little pink. ] But uh, thanks. For keeping me grounded in there.