It's only the one flower, dude. And I don't know if I could quit. It was my first paying job ever. I feel like I need to get fired before I ever quit.

[ hands on his shoulders, where the touch is off because jefferson can't feel what he's doing. an off-grip steering him. it's kind of unsettling. ]

I know I got this. It's all got. It's like pre-ordered and shit. [ he leans forward to trail a hand along the cart and figure out where the hell the seat is, once he steps into the thing. ]