Well, I'm no gossip. [ Irving hisses, voice low, shaking his head. Also, he has no one to tell, so...? ] As for these needs of yours...
[ He lifts his drink with the hand not currently hanging out on Jack's wrist, downing the rest of his whiskey in a couple quick gulps before he swipes his mouth dry with the back of his hand. Irving debates, briefly, asking if Jack might be feeling these needs again at this very moment, but he manages to switch gears at the last moment before finally continuing to speak: ]
Calm yourself. And know that the very last thing I want from you would ever be love.
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Well, I'm no gossip. [ Irving hisses, voice low, shaking his head. Also, he has no one to tell, so...? ] As for these needs of yours...
[ He lifts his drink with the hand not currently hanging out on Jack's wrist, downing the rest of his whiskey in a couple quick gulps before he swipes his mouth dry with the back of his hand. Irving debates, briefly, asking if Jack might be feeling these needs again at this very moment, but he manages to switch gears at the last moment before finally continuing to speak: ]
Calm yourself. And know that the very last thing I want from you would ever be love.