Jack flinches, at the volume and the force but also just at listening to Sander Cohen in general.
hold up
Admirer?!
Two and two adds up only it's more like two minus one because oh god he was with Atlas wasn't he oh god
oh god
Jack tries thinking but it's just 'oh god' over and over again for the next few seconds. Because yeah, Atlas isn't there, he woke up in Cohen's piano, he has no shirt and Cohen is yelling at him about dancing and curtains and that's never good.
"Uuuuuuhh," Jack starts, because he has to say something to get Cohen to stop, "hhhhhuuuuhhhh," but he's also worried that if he focuses on something other than not throwing up, he's going to puke on Cohen's shoes and that will definitely not improve anything, "hhuuuuuuhhh," so he shuts his eyes and diverts focus from seeing to forming words.
"... What... Sort... Of dance?" he forces out. He finishes with what is hopefully a charmingly clueless, nervous smile. He can't jump if you don't tell him how high, Cohen!
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Jack flinches, at the volume and the force but also just at listening to Sander Cohen in general.
hold up
Admirer?!
Two and two adds up only it's more like two minus one because oh god he was with Atlas wasn't he oh god
oh god
Jack tries thinking but it's just 'oh god' over and over again for the next few seconds. Because yeah, Atlas isn't there, he woke up in Cohen's piano, he has no shirt and Cohen is yelling at him about dancing and curtains and that's never good.
"Uuuuuuhh," Jack starts, because he has to say something to get Cohen to stop, "hhhhhuuuuhhhh," but he's also worried that if he focuses on something other than not throwing up, he's going to puke on Cohen's shoes and that will definitely not improve anything, "hhuuuuuuhhh," so he shuts his eyes and diverts focus from seeing to forming words.
"... What... Sort... Of dance?" he forces out. He finishes with what is hopefully a charmingly clueless, nervous smile. He can't jump if you don't tell him how high, Cohen!