[Jack doesn't respond poorly, per say. But his chuckle of easy, tiger in response to the the beer being possessively reclaimed dies down rapidly with that sober look, and for a second he wonders if Isaac's found someone and is about to tell him.
It's almost the right guess, in an awful way. He swallows drily, and only belatedly looks down at the remaining beer and kills it in a long, thoughtless drink, lowering it to the table and licking his lips distractedly.]
. . . wow. Ah. Thanks, I guess? I mean . . . I never knew.
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It's almost the right guess, in an awful way. He swallows drily, and only belatedly looks down at the remaining beer and kills it in a long, thoughtless drink, lowering it to the table and licking his lips distractedly.]
. . . wow. Ah. Thanks, I guess? I mean . . . I never knew.