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[textualhealing]

[Forever loving these little furry butlers, especially Eduardo, because Eduardo is a true bro. Jeff's just going to keep a hand ready to reach for the booze the second it comes near, but until then he guesses he'll attempt to be considerate.]

You, uh. Wanna talk about it? Or never ever talk about it ever? [He's happy to sprawl in silence if he has to.]

[aggressiveapathy]

Not like there's anything to talk about.

[ Will's gone. it sucks. He would be back and she wouldn't consider otherwise. Done. ]

[textualhealing]

Well. I guess there's a few things to discuss. Like who's meant to be doing breakfast every morning.

[Because getting up earlier to make his own breakfast sounds like more effort than he's willing to give.]

[aggressiveapathy]

We've got pizza places and a phone. All meals solved.

[ Everyone gets fat when sad, Jeff. They go together. ]

[textualhealing]

[But pizza for breakfast?! And yet not even gonna argue that. He knows better than to argue with April.]

Alright...

[And unrelated but added on nevertheless:] He ever vanished before?

[aggressiveapathy]

Yeah.

[ In fact, one Will had vanished and been replaced with a Will with no memory of this world. She'd just happened to fall for the second one. This train of thought is not helping Jeff, and April finally shoves herself up so she's leaning on his shoulder instead of his thigh. ]

But. It doesn't matter. Three months. Shut up until then.

[textualhealing]

Fine. Three months.

[An arm still behind his head while the other curls loosely around her. Jeff needs this comfort just as much as she does, because Mr. Abandonment Issues still struggles with the idea of losing a friend.

At least the raccoons understood the need for booze and junk food, and Jeff's waving a hand towards a couple that enter with a bottle of whiskey between them.]

You want a drink?