[Rewrite history or something Tosh, have some imagination. Erik finds himself nodding, finds his eyes closing. The mug is hanging between his knees, tipping toward the floor, not quite spilling yet.]
Just don't see why, [he mumbled, and struggled with a yawn.]
[Spam]
Just don't see why, [he mumbled, and struggled with a yawn.]
You could have anything. And you're here.