[ Once he starts laughing, he can't stop. Jim's lingering wonder swells, tickled by the phrasing and overwhelmed by too much new information to care what anyone thinks when his forehead bumps a shoulder, tugging him into a loose embrace.
Still giggling, Jim splutters against an upper arm as he sags. ]
Yeah, it — it really was. [ And because he's given up resisting. ] Guess I've still got a perfect record.
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Still giggling, Jim splutters against an upper arm as he sags. ]
Yeah, it — it really was. [ And because he's given up resisting. ] Guess I've still got a perfect record.
[ A wild ride. Christ. ]
You're welcome.