Jackson couldn't help but cock an eyebrow at Keiran's blush but decided not to comment on it.
The waitress returned with two beers and Jackson pushed one over to Keiran. "I'm glad you're just as confused as I am. I met another one of... us yesterday. Her name's Ginny, she's a soccer - ah, football player on a team here in Athens. She has a journal too." He fought and won against the tide of erotic memories her name invoked. But just barely.
"It makes me wonder how many of us there are out there," he mused half to himself. Shaking his head, he ran his hand over his bald scalp and took a sip of his beer. "I have no idea what's going on so I suppose it doesn't matter. Why does it seem like you're bound and determined to drink yourself into your grave anyway? You're what, twenty one, twenty two? You're too young to be an alcoholic."