[God, does Jay have a favorite anything? He's never asked him, has he? Never even asked his favorite - his favorite color, his favorite movie, if he has one. He was always simply Jay, and nothing more than that.]
[The hell kind of friend does that? Is that even what they are at this point?]
[But. Concessions. That gives him something to do with himself and, more importantly, something to do with his hands, which have felt like they've been awkwardly fluttering about like big, clumsy moths since this whole bad idea began.]
[He really only feels confident chiming in:]
If it's something caffeinated, we are finding you a decaf version, buddy.
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[The hell kind of friend does that? Is that even what they are at this point?]
[But. Concessions. That gives him something to do with himself and, more importantly, something to do with his hands, which have felt like they've been awkwardly fluttering about like big, clumsy moths since this whole bad idea began.]
[He really only feels confident chiming in:]
If it's something caffeinated, we are finding you a decaf version, buddy.