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[Hops in with a container of burgers.

He was gonna just leave them and go, but-- well, he's still kind of curious about what Jason's working on. Since he got that memory back of modding Blue Rose.]

[it appears he stole a camera. And he’s just staring at its insides, in frustration.]

[Also stares at it. Over his shoulder.

But y'know, you don't have to talk to him. He's intruding, he knows.]

[that... is fine.]

Hey.

[it’s distracted— but at least it’s acknowledgment]

Hi.

[Pause.]

Food break?

Mm.

[there’s a long pause before he finally does— something. Pulls something, and the whole camera just. Sparks and uh

Explodes.]

Fuck!

[it was a contained explosion but like, definitely singeing happening]

[Jolts back from the explosion, but-- immediately asks,]

Are you okay?

I’m fine.

[just gonna kick back.

And stare at the ruins in frustration.]

[Umm. Not super sure what I should do here.]

...

Nnno dice, huh.

[he isn’t helping, it’s true. He’s going to pinch the bridge of his nose— and try to take a few calming breaths.]

No.

[he then drags his sleeve over his face, trying to catch any smoke particulates. And then he stands up.]

[Just awkwardly standing there with a container of burgers and watches?

You don't seem great, Jason.]

You can leave those.

[a motion to the container— even though he’s just going to flop onto the bed and pull off his hoodie. He’s tired and he doesn’t feel like doing anything else.]

[Well, okay. He'll put them down on the table. While he's here, he'll peer a little closer at the exploded camera.]

How long've you been working on this thing...?

Yesterday.

[he can see his notebook with the drawn diagrams and scribbled notes close-by.

He’s just going to flop back and rest his arm over his eyes.]

I’ll get another one later.

[He's not going to pick up the notebook, but he is going to read whatever's visible.]

[there are just a lot of hypothetical names of things. Wires. Electricity stuff. And lots of “???? New” for stuff he doesn’t recognize.]

[Huh.

He takes one burger, wrapped in paper, and goes over to hand it to Jason. Or put it within reach, if he doesn't want it right now.]

'Course they couldn't make it easy...

[he lifts his arm just slightly. And sighs, before taking the burger.]

More tired than hungry right now.

Couldn't hurt.

[I mean he still took the burger anyway, so. A small victory.

Griffin's just gonna... camp nearby, sitting on the floor next to the bed.]

[he considers it, before pushing himself up.

He is definitely the type of chaotic madman that would eat in bed.]

Fine.

[Of course you are.]

You look like you need a break anyway.

Isn’t that what I’m doing already?

[he says before he unwraps the top part of the burger. So he can eat.]

Told you, you didn’t have to do this.

Probably would’ve headed to the conbini.

[Huffs a small laugh and looks away, rubbing his nose as he does.]

But then I couldn't bribe you back into liking me with greasy food.

[He's joking. Mostly.]

... ‘Sat what this is about?

[he is very, very tired. He’s not even devouring the burger like normal.]

[Rolls his eyes.]

I'm joking.

[After a brief pause, he adds, more softly,]

I was worried 'bout you. And I don't like sittin' around not doing anything about that.

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