ic contact 2 mask or menace

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"Gone fishing."

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[His gaze flickers between the table and the direction of his room, considering it only briefly before deciding a definite;] Table.

[Will can carry the plate, Jeff is bringing his own coffee as he slinks into a chair, huddled forward and tired looking. He's still not hungry, but he knows he should at least attempt to eat something before going into hibernation.]

It's early, you should go back to bed, or whatever it is you do at this time.

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[Carry that plate he does, snagging up a fork and spoon to prop up on the edge so Jeff can choose whatever tickles his fancy and go from there. He's grabbing up coffee for himself when those words hit and he has a moment of wavering. Perhaps that's the most polite way Jeff can think of to request being alone, and if Will refused, he'd be pushing the line. The last thing Will wants is to do that, not in this situation. While loneliness has its drawbacks...Jeff knows where he is. Knows this house is literally crawling with life, he doesn't have to be alone. He can knock on a door and find company, he can whistle or cluck his tongue and have furry companions other than Sharkbait ready to shower him in affection.]

Yeah. Need a shower.

[He opts for with a nod, taking a sip from that slightly-busted mug as he moves past Jeff. One hand goes to Jeff's shoulder as he does so, a friendly, supportive squeeze before he's gone. You know where to find us if you need anything.]

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[Jeff's torn between never wanting to be alone again, and having his own time to process everything. Will's right in thinking that he'll never truly be alone in a home like this, and it's a comforting enough thought for Jeff to nod towards his friend, accepting the departure and being grateful for it. This breakfast will serve the opposite purpose from normal, used for winding down rather than waking up, Jeff already decided that he'll be dragging Sharkbait into bed for warmth and comfort when he eventually attempts to sleep.]

Thanks. [Mumbled as his gaze lifts towards Will during that shoulder squeeze. A simple thank you doesn't seem like enough, but it's the only thing that he can offer right now.

And as Will retreats, Winger turns his attention to the food before him, picking at it idly in silence until he'll eventually choose to drag his way to his own bedroom.]