Oh. Wow. [ Jupe says, once he doesn't feel like a balloon with the air let out of it–more at the thought of someone witnessing that than anything else. Automatically he goes into damage control mode: did she record any of it? If she did, would it be embarrassing or just relatable?
Then he remembers: no phones. No phones and nobody cares who he is. ] Yeah, I'm good. I was just [ —he turns his head to check her stance, like he knows anything about it, before taking the proffered hand— ] wallowing. Cursing my fate. All that good stuff.
SO SORRY FOR THE ANCIENT TAG, feel free to: 1. ignore or 2. bump the timeline to smth more current!
Then he remembers: no phones. No phones and nobody cares who he is. ] Yeah, I'm good. I was just [ —he turns his head to check her stance, like he knows anything about it, before taking the proffered hand— ] wallowing. Cursing my fate. All that good stuff.