[Please, God, Will could use something like that even if he doesn't say it out loud. Probably be down to April to get him into the habit of using it but once he's been given the proper training to the new routine, he's an old dog at it.
A muted eye roll is what Jeff gets in return, easily done when it looks like he'd rather just let his head roll right on his shoulder and stay there forever. But for a moment, it appears as though Will is going to do some pufferfish technique, huff out his chest a little and claim that nothing's wrong, he isn't upset. Only...normally, people don't use shadow nightmare stags as ladders, slide into a window as soon as it's open enough for them to fit through, and then sit around drinking booze with a tiny version of that antlered beast totally not mocking on the coffee table. Even by this world's standards, his behavior is noticeably...muddled. Saying otherwise doesn't just put up a wall, but serves as insult to Jeff. Rudeness. No thank you. Not today, Satan.]
I...fucked up with somebody. [Comes out after the world's weariest sigh, though he does not at all hesitate to snatch up that scotch again. Yeah, he's so put upon, free scotch, the worst ever, the world is just out to get him right now.] You ever have those people who know you pretty well, whether you want them to or not, and you get into an argument...they say something about how you're reacting and...
[He waves his glass; by the grace of God, somehow, the side that sloshes all the way to top manages not to slosh over. Being understood on any level is a burden!]
...realize that maybe they're right. So you're the asshole in the situation?
[Will isn't ordinarily the most swear-riddled person, it's true. But he's ordinarily stuck in a line of work that demands a modicum of professionalism, so even if he doesn't shake hands with every crime journalist or play completely nice with all parties involved, he can manage that much. Jeff isn't work and Jeff isn't horribly offended by such foul language; it's refreshing to slip into a "normal" sort of rudeness (via crudeness) from time to time. He's gonna take advantage.]
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A muted eye roll is what Jeff gets in return, easily done when it looks like he'd rather just let his head roll right on his shoulder and stay there forever. But for a moment, it appears as though Will is going to do some pufferfish technique, huff out his chest a little and claim that nothing's wrong, he isn't upset. Only...normally, people don't use shadow nightmare stags as ladders, slide into a window as soon as it's open enough for them to fit through, and then sit around drinking booze with a tiny version of that antlered beast totally not mocking on the coffee table. Even by this world's standards, his behavior is noticeably...muddled. Saying otherwise doesn't just put up a wall, but serves as insult to Jeff. Rudeness. No thank you. Not today, Satan.]
I...fucked up with somebody. [Comes out after the world's weariest sigh, though he does not at all hesitate to snatch up that scotch again. Yeah, he's so put upon, free scotch, the worst ever, the world is just out to get him right now.] You ever have those people who know you pretty well, whether you want them to or not, and you get into an argument...they say something about how you're reacting and...
[He waves his glass; by the grace of God, somehow, the side that sloshes all the way to top manages not to slosh over. Being understood on any level is a burden!]
...realize that maybe they're right. So you're the asshole in the situation?
[Will isn't ordinarily the most swear-riddled person, it's true. But he's ordinarily stuck in a line of work that demands a modicum of professionalism, so even if he doesn't shake hands with every crime journalist or play completely nice with all parties involved, he can manage that much. Jeff isn't work and Jeff isn't horribly offended by such foul language; it's refreshing to slip into a "normal" sort of rudeness (via crudeness) from time to time. He's gonna take advantage.]