[ He puffs out a quiet sigh from between his lips. ]
Figures.
[ He tosses the ice pack onto the table, swapping it for the foul-smelling tea. He takes a deep breath, holding it in his lungs before forcing himself to take another mouthful. It helps to dull the taste a little, but not by much, and he goes right back to making that disgusted face.
Once he’s convinced he’s kept the drink down, he flicks a glance over to Alec. ]
… Look, about earlier. [ An awkward beat, then he clarifies, ] The whole, uh. Accusin’ you of going Benedict Arnold on me…
[ He trails off. Clearly he’s working up to an apology of sorts, here. Give it a second. ]
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Figures.
[ He tosses the ice pack onto the table, swapping it for the foul-smelling tea. He takes a deep breath, holding it in his lungs before forcing himself to take another mouthful. It helps to dull the taste a little, but not by much, and he goes right back to making that disgusted face.
Once he’s convinced he’s kept the drink down, he flicks a glance over to Alec. ]
… Look, about earlier. [ An awkward beat, then he clarifies, ] The whole, uh. Accusin’ you of going Benedict Arnold on me…
[ He trails off. Clearly he’s working up to an apology of sorts, here. Give it a second. ]