It's not because you think my body hair keeps me warm. I'm not a bear or some other furry creature so shockingly, legs still get cold. Not loaning you any pants here. Just in case you were hoping for that. And I refuse to believe that until I see it myself.

[ that's only a half a lie, because he'd recognize his sister anywhere with or without body polish but he barely remembers her without it nowadays. call it purposeful forgetting or call it not wanting to pine for the past, it's still the same. ] If the escorts and stylists could hear you now. I can almost hear their shocked gasps. Don't forget one for yourself. I'm not about to be the sad man drinking alone.

[ see also: not gonna pull a haymitch because of a blackout. ]