"Dude," Jeff laughs. "Even I would see through that-- I mean, if I was in his shoes." With a sigh, he taps the foil-wrapped leftovers. "I only came to bring this. Like. I thought if I pissed him off, it could be a peace offering. So I really should just..."
Leave. But...
"Um. But. It sounds like you're having a worse morning than me." Between whatever fallout there was with Tim, and the post about Martin. So rather than cutting and running, Jeff... actually tries something different. "You wanna get out of here?"
How dare your low self esteem interpret this idiot's words so painfully. Unfortunately, Jeff doesn't realize the hurtful implication in his own comment, so he shrugs obliviously.
"I dunno. Where do you... Um. Do you have a favorite spot in town?" He groans. "Was that a stupid question? Fuuuuck, I'm such a bad friend."
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Leave. But...
"Um. But. It sounds like you're having a worse morning than me." Between whatever fallout there was with Tim, and the post about Martin. So rather than cutting and running, Jeff... actually tries something different. "You wanna get out of here?"
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Malcolm takes the kettle off the heat and turns to look at Jeff again.
“Where to?” he asks, suddenly feeling 80 years old and like his body weighs a thousand pounds.
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"I dunno. Where do you... Um. Do you have a favorite spot in town?" He groans. "Was that a stupid question? Fuuuuck, I'm such a bad friend."
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“I like this coffee shop down the street…” he offers.