( he's trying to pretend he didn't just slip up, but thank you, damian. jon doesn't take offense to the next thing that comes out of his mouth--mostly because yeah, he deserved that one a little. jon doesn't move any closer even when damian goes to the ice cream--just folds his hands behind himself and leans back against the wall near the door frame. )
No, I'm okay. But thank you. ( jon can have ice cream whenever he wants--but right now probably isn't the best time to be shoveling stuff into his mouth. instead, he tilts his head back enough to press the back of it against the wall, turns eyes off to the side and.
well it looks like he's just spacing off. he's listening, though; listening for voices of his friends, of anyone who might need help, to the various overly violent noises coming from numerous rooms--but jon tries not to focus in too deeply on those, as long as it sounds like the person in it is okay. it's--rude to pry, but he also couldn't just leave someone by themselves if it sounded like they needed help. )
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No, I'm okay. But thank you. ( jon can have ice cream whenever he wants--but right now probably isn't the best time to be shoveling stuff into his mouth. instead, he tilts his head back enough to press the back of it against the wall, turns eyes off to the side and.
well it looks like he's just spacing off. he's listening, though; listening for voices of his friends, of anyone who might need help, to the various overly violent noises coming from numerous rooms--but jon tries not to focus in too deeply on those, as long as it sounds like the person in it is okay. it's--rude to pry, but he also couldn't just leave someone by themselves if it sounded like they needed help. )