Ah, god, that was--that was horrible--I didn't even know I could do that!
[The vomiting, however, is increasingly less important as Jill recounts his own memories and all he can really do is gape at her. Now he has to process this, and figure out how to cover his own ass--part of him knows that Jill doesn't really care, but most of him is so terrified of this information getting out that it takes concentrated effort not to panic.
He's panicking anyway. He doesn't know what else to do.]
You saw-- [All of that? Oh, no.] I can--I can explain.
[He probably can't explain, but he makes a slightly desperate grab for her arm, as if he expects her to pull away from him.]
It isn't what it looks like! There's, uh. Context. Lots of context, that I'm sure didn't--didn't come through. While you were watching.
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[The vomiting, however, is increasingly less important as Jill recounts his own memories and all he can really do is gape at her. Now he has to process this, and figure out how to cover his own ass--part of him knows that Jill doesn't really care, but most of him is so terrified of this information getting out that it takes concentrated effort not to panic.
He's panicking anyway. He doesn't know what else to do.]
You saw-- [All of that? Oh, no.] I can--I can explain.
[He probably can't explain, but he makes a slightly desperate grab for her arm, as if he expects her to pull away from him.]
It isn't what it looks like! There's, uh. Context. Lots of context, that I'm sure didn't--didn't come through. While you were watching.