[Some small development has been made. Jeff can now look up from his coffee mug, mostly because he really wants to drink that coffee. And so he sips, and then almost instantly cringes at Will's line of questioning.]
Jeezus, Will. The hell kind of a question is that? Was it worth being shot in the head? [The briefest moment of disgusted sneering, and then, flatly:] Yes.
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Jeezus, Will. The hell kind of a question is that? Was it worth being shot in the head? [The briefest moment of disgusted sneering, and then, flatly:] Yes.