And then there's a silence. It stretches on a moment as Jesus pulls his head back to give Daryl an incredulous stare before choking on a laugh, having to take a second because it dissolves into a cough. "Never say that again, do I really look that young?" He sounds almost miffed, like the idea of being nineteen is awful because look, he grew the beard to stop having that problem.
"I'm thirty-three. Thirty-four?" A beat. "Somewhere in there, anyway. Nineteen, Christ."
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And then there's a silence. It stretches on a moment as Jesus pulls his head back to give Daryl an incredulous stare before choking on a laugh, having to take a second because it dissolves into a cough. "Never say that again, do I really look that young?" He sounds almost miffed, like the idea of being nineteen is awful because look, he grew the beard to stop having that problem.
"I'm thirty-three. Thirty-four?" A beat. "Somewhere in there, anyway. Nineteen, Christ."