Re: Log: Jeremiah M+Hannah S+Jamie M+Si M
Jamie's head was reeling and he wasn't even that far into the glass in his hand. He wasn't far at all and he was following each volley like a tennis ball pocked across the other side of the room. Si was rippling faintly from his peripheral vision and Jeremiah wasn't and Hannah was at the center of what felt like five conversations at once.
"is that your name? Hugh?" which was probably the last in the chain of like, a million questions but Jamie delivered it, direct and kind of flatly matter-of-fact. Because where did you start? It felt like the room had shrunk and gotten bigger and he watched Hannah's face instead of Jeremiah's before flickering to Si.
"So did the actor know he was getting drugged?" Which felt like it was important. It was important but it was also, "None of my business," Jamie said, into the immediate space after his question. "Sorry." His head hurt and the muscle at the side of his neck ticked and he wanted the cigarette Jeremiah looked like he'd been searching for, very badly.