( he can't back his way out, and the lying bit's only going to get him into even deeper shit. jason turns, angles his body to face tim and reaches a hand out to grab onto his shoulder, moving to try and turn tim's body back around towards him. it's hard to watch his face, read his expression, when he's not facing jason, after all. )
Don't try and bullshit me. I know you. I've been reading you since before you even knew I came back from the dead. ( his free hand moves out, to grab onto the bottle before tim can. jason likes booze maybe a little more than the average person would, sure, but he's not particularly interested in it right now--so he tries to push it a little further down the table, out of tim's reach. thank you, mildly longer arms. )
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Don't try and bullshit me. I know you. I've been reading you since before you even knew I came back from the dead. ( his free hand moves out, to grab onto the bottle before tim can. jason likes booze maybe a little more than the average person would, sure, but he's not particularly interested in it right now--so he tries to push it a little further down the table, out of tim's reach. thank you, mildly longer arms. )