As a matter of fact, most of the time, it was all he ever did.
He'd had a lot of time to get good at it.
Havoc's monologue got nothing but receptive silence from the younger man, punctuated by nothing but the occasional nod, increasingly-fuzzy-sounding "Yeah", or timid presentation of his glass for refilling.
That was another thing James was good at-- completely failing to stick to his guns on personal endeavors. He'd downed three before he even realized what he'd been doing. Which was why he was blinking hazily by the time Storytime with Mr. Dynamite wound down.
"... Uh... I... I'm all right, just a little..." A slight shift, a cracking sound, and a grimace. "... Stiff..."
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As a matter of fact, most of the time, it was all he ever did.
He'd had a lot of time to get good at it.
Havoc's monologue got nothing but receptive silence from the younger man, punctuated by nothing but the occasional nod, increasingly-fuzzy-sounding "Yeah", or timid presentation of his glass for refilling.
That was another thing James was good at-- completely failing to stick to his guns on personal endeavors. He'd downed three before he even realized what he'd been doing. Which was why he was blinking hazily by the time Storytime with Mr. Dynamite wound down.
"... Uh... I... I'm all right, just a little..." A slight shift, a cracking sound, and a grimace. "... Stiff..."