[ Although able to spit out a retort to defend himself, Keith can't understand why Yan was so upset, or why he cared so much about it. The Goodman train stopped for no man. Excess, excess, excess! If he riled someone up into a hissy fit, it was a good day, wasn't it?
It wasn't.
He tries to be his old self-- real self-- the self that isn't confused with new memories and weird personality shifts, damn it. ]
And another for the road?
[ He withdraws a flask and holds it out as a peace offering. It's probably got some kind of Snowbear Special Vodka. ]
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[ Although able to spit out a retort to defend himself, Keith can't understand why Yan was so upset, or why he cared so much about it. The Goodman train stopped for no man. Excess, excess, excess! If he riled someone up into a hissy fit, it was a good day, wasn't it?
It wasn't.
He tries to be his old self-- real self-- the self that isn't confused with new memories and weird personality shifts, damn it. ]
And another for the road?
[ He withdraws a flask and holds it out as a peace offering. It's probably got some kind of Snowbear Special Vodka. ]