Jun 7, 2020
@morgcnreyes
“It’s not funny.” Jack scowled, gesturing to the shirt he was wearing: at Caitriona’s insistence, he had been forced into a white T shirt with a scrawled message on it in her handwriting reading do not listen to anything I say, I am concussed. If found, return to Caitriona. “It’s demeaning,” he continued, with a sulky expression on his face. “I’m fine. My decision making is probably better post concussion.”