[Jonah drinks that fear in, the way he looks at Jonah, the way he stumbles drunkenly away. He'll never be able to know for sure for the rest of his life if his unhappiness in that is from this weird encounter with the Archive Weirdo, his own inadequacy, or that ever present feeling that he's being watched and judged.
Jonah takes a deep breath, feeling that anger wash away and the red in his eyes fade.]
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Jonah takes a deep breath, feeling that anger wash away and the red in his eyes fade.]
Midnight snack?