Fifteen years of outside exposure (Tennessee, New York City) had managed to flatten out his Southern drawl to a hybrid of sorts that no longer had people blinking up at a southern boy straight out of his element, and he no longer fought it. Depending on his emotional state however, it could grow in strength. "Uh, call me." A quick swallow as something shivered up his spine. "Call me Jack." But then there was nervous laughter instead, as he pushed his plate away from him. "No, I can't eat this."It definitely wasn't homemade and hardly compared to his mother's.
"I just had a talk with my baby sis and ..." No, he still wanted to take a shovel to the guy's head. Felix, right? Well, Felix was still going to take a shovel to the head and he was going to chalk it up to a brother's lovingly sense to protect his little baby sister. "It killed my brain." He nodded a little sheepishly. "It'll be back."