[ He's almost tempted to take Jim up on that offer. He might have, if the stubborn part of him wasn't holding him back. If he wasn't refusing to let himself give in, to give the man beside him the satisfaction. His frown deepens, making that frustration apparent. ]
I said fine, god! [ Is that better? It better be, the man's already descending back to unintelligible grumbling, his attention skirting away from Jim down to the glass resting atop his lap. He takes a sip, relishing in the burn and warmth of the brandy as it slides down his throat. When he finishes, he lets out a dry huff. ]
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I said fine, god! [ Is that better? It better be, the man's already descending back to unintelligible grumbling, his attention skirting away from Jim down to the glass resting atop his lap. He takes a sip, relishing in the burn and warmth of the brandy as it slides down his throat. When he finishes, he lets out a dry huff. ]
Should I be worried?