You really went all out. [He takes the plate offered gratefully, notices just how much had been done, how much extras had been added, and can't bring himself to say that maybe he can't stomach much at the moment. Will's gone all out and it's just for him, and that means just as much as the actual food on the plate.
For now the food goes back onto the counter as Jeff focuses on the coffee instead, keeping it black with no sugar and wanting it as strong as can be. His head is killing him, literally was a few days ago thanks to a bullet, now just thudding heavily like the migraine of the century. The counter's a good place to lean, very good, even if he does have to hunch over.]
Thanks. For giving a shit. [He's still not entirely used to people caring.]
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For now the food goes back onto the counter as Jeff focuses on the coffee instead, keeping it black with no sugar and wanting it as strong as can be. His head is killing him, literally was a few days ago thanks to a bullet, now just thudding heavily like the migraine of the century. The counter's a good place to lean, very good, even if he does have to hunch over.]
Thanks. For giving a shit. [He's still not entirely used to people caring.]