He smirks for just a second. "Right. I'm going to a lot of effort to do you this favor."
Jason covers his face for the trip up the elevator, crumpled like a piece of paper in the corner. He prefers the way Peggy lives, without the servants underfoot that teem around his house at his mother's request. His home doesn't have Avoxes anymore, hasn't in decades, but there's something to be said for coming and going without notice.
When they get to Peggy's apartment he beelines towards the nearest couch and lies down on it, facedown, still because even the slightest twitch seems to wake up whatever monster is wreaking havoc on his nerves and pain receptors. He'd think that after nearly thirty years of these headaches - they started, abruptly, after his grandmother died - they'd lose impact, and yet each one hits with the same force as the first, it seems.
"It's been going on since before lunch, I'll probably only be out a few more hours. Do you have ice?" He settles into the couch, pushing his glasses back up on his nose to keep the light blocked.
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Jason covers his face for the trip up the elevator, crumpled like a piece of paper in the corner. He prefers the way Peggy lives, without the servants underfoot that teem around his house at his mother's request. His home doesn't have Avoxes anymore, hasn't in decades, but there's something to be said for coming and going without notice.
When they get to Peggy's apartment he beelines towards the nearest couch and lies down on it, facedown, still because even the slightest twitch seems to wake up whatever monster is wreaking havoc on his nerves and pain receptors. He'd think that after nearly thirty years of these headaches - they started, abruptly, after his grandmother died - they'd lose impact, and yet each one hits with the same force as the first, it seems.
"It's been going on since before lunch, I'll probably only be out a few more hours. Do you have ice?" He settles into the couch, pushing his glasses back up on his nose to keep the light blocked.