Bryn/Jacob
"Oh, so I don't have to tape my clothes onto myself, when drunk and in the same room?" Though she could only recall losing her clothes a handful of times. But there were a lot of times where she blacked out and couldn't remember anything at all.
"Well, I'm touched by time. But, I do find I have trouble with patience." It was the trouble with being surrounded by people that were touched by age, or death. Bryn gave herself a physical shake. Not wanting her thoughts to go down that road. Because if she did she'd leave and disappoint people. "Her father had... gone away, and I needed her room to be finished quicker than anticipated." Her fingers dragged through her hair, forcing it free from the braids when the clip holding them shot off down past him. Why not act like she'd done it on purpose. She gave her head a shake. "Lets move on to mine?"