Suit yourself. [He won't ask for his particular collection of back alley memories and if there have been any new additions to it. Jason can be a hypocrite, but not that much. He won't press when he, himself, isn't willing to cough up the shit he's "remembered" so far.
Arriving at the apartment, he idly scans the room, shaking his head at Luke's question.]
No, thanks. I'm good. [The shoe box and journal are innocuous enough that they don't warrant his immediate attention, but the golf club definitely gets him to cock an eyebrow. Approaching the coffee table, he casts a glance at Luke and gestures at... the thing. What the heckie happened to it?] Uh, involved in any tragic mini golf accidents lately?
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Arriving at the apartment, he idly scans the room, shaking his head at Luke's question.]
No, thanks. I'm good. [The shoe box and journal are innocuous enough that they don't warrant his immediate attention, but the golf club definitely gets him to cock an eyebrow. Approaching the coffee table, he casts a glance at Luke and gestures at... the thing. What the heckie happened to it?] Uh, involved in any tragic mini golf accidents lately?