“Then you were doing a great job.” His mustache twitches. “I don’t! And I wasn’t trying to flirt with anyone so-whatever!” His shoulders hunch as he laughs, and they shake a little with the action. “Thanks for the advice, but I don’t think I need it.” Especially not from someone who looks like he just emerged from the wilderness after being lost for a month. “Look, man.” The word comes out of my mouth before I can stop it, further adding to my stuffy demeanor, but honestly, I have no idea what to say. “A patronizing manner? What the fuck is that? It sounds exactly like something my mom would say.” “Agreeing with me in a patronizing manner.” God do I sound like a prig. “Whatever you say, jersey chaser.” His drawl is nonchalant, and it’s obvious he doesn’t believe me. He’s in desperate need of a shave but clearly does not give a shit. Swallows, his Adam’s apple somewhere in his throat concealed by all the hair. The giant takes another long pull from his cup. “I did not do that on p-purpose!” I’m sputtering.
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