Jack's face was beaded with sweat, but he shook his head, wincing. "Maybe... after." Or definitely, after, if he wasn't already passed out. "Get it. Over with." The clock was steadily ticking still, which meant he was still mostly okay. Right? Right.
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Date: 2018-12-29 10:49 pm (UTC)