and well, I can’t explain what happened to my faith
There’s no judgement for the early hour, something Jonah is surprisingly thankful for. Just a glass pressed into his hand, filled with amber liquid that he focuses on, turning it this way and that in the light coming in from the windows. The question has a brow lifting though, Jonah humming while he considers what he’s trying to do.
“I haven’t decided yet.” He admits, surprising himself with the truth of the words. There’s no real way to explain it though, so he sips at the drink and hums against the burn, unused to it. A rough cough huffs out of him as he shakes his head, trying to clear it before he looks back up at the bartender. “Should you be drinking on the job?” Jonah tries to make it sound like a joke, but there’s something in his voice that drags on it, makes it strange.
“I haven’t decided yet.” He admits, surprising himself with the truth of the words. There’s no real way to explain it though, so he sips at the drink and hums against the burn, unused to it. A rough cough huffs out of him as he shakes his head, trying to clear it before he looks back up at the bartender. “Should you be drinking on the job?” Jonah tries to make it sound like a joke, but there’s something in his voice that drags on it, makes it strange.
JONAH
