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[ not exactly, but the picture of the liebermans, his shitty bouquet of peonies he'd given sarah and now her brand of wine seem to be haunting him anyway. he misses his surrogate family, it must be bleeding over into whatever system the natives have for this shit, he doesn't know. he meant it when he told her it was good shit though, so he's happy enough to drink this, even if jessica's whiskey looks more appropriate for the setting. ]

And come back one second later? [ he clucks his tongue. seems like a fucking bad day to him, and he's the guy with the deathwish. go figure. ] Suit yourself. Fight club's startin' up too. ...Wasn't supposed to say anything though. [ hahaha...ha. actually that one's not a joke. ]