[It makes him smile at least, huffing out a breath, almost a laugh.] It's not much of a competition. [The twins are a bit too crazy for anyone to really get close to, and he is named after Emery, which probably sways both of their opinion quite a bit.] But thanks.
[He flaps a hand, dismissing the correction with a little grin.] An easy win's still a win. [Punctuated by taking another hit and then holding it out for Misha.]
No, you’re right, I’ll take it. [Lord knows he needs a win right now, even if it’s an easy one.
He takes the joint back, already feeling better, the effect obvious in the way his face relaxes, the fact that he’s joking back finally.] Just don’t make me pick a favorite between you and Uncle Emery. It’s too close to call.
[It's always a relief to see him relax a little bit, be able to put down a little of the stress, even if it's only for a little while. He grins, leaning a little more back into the couch.] Em will understand if you like me better, I am pretty cool.
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He takes the joint back, already feeling better, the effect obvious in the way his face relaxes, the fact that he’s joking back finally.] Just don’t make me pick a favorite between you and Uncle Emery. It’s too close to call.
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