[ His brow furrows as he tries to think – which is surprisingly difficult, all things considered. He winces, massaging his temple with the knuckle of his forefinger. There's a weird pressure building behind his eyes, and he sort of hates it. ]
I mean— I didn't watch it a bar. [ His face scrunches up, and he looks back up at her. ] Wasn't I watching it with you?
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[ His brow furrows as he tries to think – which is surprisingly difficult, all things considered. He winces, massaging his temple with the knuckle of his forefinger. There's a weird pressure building behind his eyes, and he sort of hates it. ]
I mean— I didn't watch it a bar. [ His face scrunches up, and he looks back up at her. ] Wasn't I watching it with you?