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[blind_memories]

[Jason yawns as he comes out of his bedroom late in the day. He'd been feeling horrid lately, run down, bleary, with this constant background headache. He'd gone to work, but he barely remembered any of it, thanks to drinks spaced out through the night and if he could get away with it, a break for his new favorite relaxer. He hadn't really spoken

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[rianofski]

[Andrew walks into the apartment, not bothering to knock. He's in search of Blaine, looking determined, and he has a bag of something tucked under his arm. It takes him a moment to even notice Jason sitting on the chair]

Are you all right?

[blind_memories]

Hm?

[Jason looks up at Andrew a moment or two after he comes in. It's another moment before he nods, a tired sort of half smile on his lips]

Yeah, I'm fine. How're you doing?

[rianofski]

I've been better.

[And indeed, despite the determined look on his face, he sounds tired, too]

[blind_memories]

Yeah, tell me about it.

[He leans back in the chair and blows a plume of smoke toward the ceiling]

So, to what do I owe the ever so great honor of Mr. Andrew Ryan's presence?

[He doesn't sound sarcastic, just apathetic]