[ Jaime leaves his room to... well, mostly what he's doing is pacing through the living room, to the kitchen, through the front hall and back 'round again. It's not the smart, sane thing to do, but if he doesn't keep on moving through his anxiety, he might literally die.
Of all the lousy luck, it had to be the Negotiator.
(At least it's not Max, a tiny voice in the back of his head says, and he can't help but agree with that one.) ]
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[ Jaime leaves his room to... well, mostly what he's doing is pacing through the living room, to the kitchen, through the front hall and back 'round again. It's not the smart, sane thing to do, but if he doesn't keep on moving through his anxiety, he might literally die.
Of all the lousy luck, it had to be the Negotiator.
(At least it's not Max, a tiny voice in the back of his head says, and he can't help but agree with that one.) ]