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[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.

[he sighs.]

Right.

I’m fine.

Then enjoy your free burgers.

[fine. Watch him finish ur burger in peace.]

[He's not gonna WATCH you eat, lord. That's creepy.

But he'll just sit here and... chill, I guess. It's just reassuring to know Jason is eating. And not kicking him out yet.]

[of course. He can function.

He is just a little depressed.]

[After like

a bunch of silence, he pipes up]

...Can I check out your library?

Sure.

Probably nothing interesting to you.

[he finishes and tosses the paper aside— flopping back again.]

[That doesn't faze him. Griffin gets up and wanders over to the bookshelves, letting Jason be alone for a bit.]

[it is basically all knowledge and technical over there. So.

But Jason isn’t going to move.]

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