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[ god he really could do with a shot of something hard right now. would even be relieved to look in his pockets and find a crumpled up cigarette. instead he drags a hand through his hair with a soft, slightly amused at evan's almost joke, (and grimaces and wipes his hand on his chest when it comes away wet with sweat,) and tries to pull himself together enough to at least get up and put his pants back on. ]

Guess I'm not goin' anywhere then.

[ it's a joke in return. halfway mumbled as he almost gingerly slips off the table, testing his weight on a leg first before he stands and picks up his underwear from the floor so he can't put them on. ]