"I dunno." Jeff very pointedly doesn't look at Raylan as he answers the question, way too obvious in his attempt at being subtle and nonchalant. Which is as good as saying 'yes.'
It used to be, he knew the tricks, the little telltale signs most people don't think to look for. He'd show up at a house party, mingle and make the rounds, get good and fucking wasted, and still walk out with the host's personal stash of whatever-- drugs, cash, shit to pawn for drugs or cash. Nobody ever thought to blame him, even after he'd started spiraling out. Not Jeff, who could have gotten anything he wanted with a smile, back in those days.
"I guess it depends on what you're looking for." When he figures he can convincingly be Jeff the dorky dad again, he looks at his twin with a playful grin. "It's a terrible power to have when you've got a teenager. I keep finding her diary, man!" He holds up a finger. "And no, I've never read it."
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"I dunno." Jeff very pointedly doesn't look at Raylan as he answers the question, way too obvious in his attempt at being subtle and nonchalant. Which is as good as saying 'yes.'
It used to be, he knew the tricks, the little telltale signs most people don't think to look for. He'd show up at a house party, mingle and make the rounds, get good and fucking wasted, and still walk out with the host's personal stash of whatever-- drugs, cash, shit to pawn for drugs or cash. Nobody ever thought to blame him, even after he'd started spiraling out. Not Jeff, who could have gotten anything he wanted with a smile, back in those days.
"I guess it depends on what you're looking for." When he figures he can convincingly be Jeff the dorky dad again, he looks at his twin with a playful grin. "It's a terrible power to have when you've got a teenager. I keep finding her diary, man!" He holds up a finger. "And no, I've never read it."