There's an 'Oh.' noise when he hands the can forward again. He's going to pretend the little shake at the end there never happened and laces his fingers behind his head instead, safe and sound. "You've just a way found the way to make the bunks here sound preferable. Thank you."
"Always happy to help." The hand tremor is noticed, but Jax doesn't comment on it as he takes a slow, considering drink, before: "So how d'you feel about parades?"
He shakes his head with a scoff — you can leave a mall. "Developers love to hire architects who don't care enough and they design some soulless monolith to greed." In case it's not clear, this is what happens when the scale's angling beyond tipsy.
Jax nods in understanding as he sips the beer, even though he doesn't remotely understand. "Alright, well. Malls, sore topic. Wouldn't've guessed. How 'bout kiss lists?"
"The point you need to worry is when you consider a new planner designated only for liaisons." He reaches up for the can while Jax is mid-drink and doesn't apologize for it. "Or when you confuse their names."
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