[ He sets his bag aside, finishes making himself comfortable -- shedding the tie that's already been loosened by his fidgeting, rolling up his sleeves. The seat he slides into is across the table, where he can still watch Claude in the kitchen, and Jamie feels a little bit caught at it when he looks over, smile bashful as he shrugs. ]
It's okay. I kind of am, too, so--
[ As if the way his hands fidget together on the table doesn't give that away already. It's mild, second to worry over what Claude might have to say, but it's still there, and he's never been good at hiding it. ]
Um, coke or wine's fine by me. Depends on if you want a real drink or not. [ He's pretty much willing to play this whichever way will be easier. ]
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It's okay. I kind of am, too, so--
[ As if the way his hands fidget together on the table doesn't give that away already. It's mild, second to worry over what Claude might have to say, but it's still there, and he's never been good at hiding it. ]
Um, coke or wine's fine by me. Depends on if you want a real drink or not. [ He's pretty much willing to play this whichever way will be easier. ]