[ Isaac startles at the tap. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. He knows it's Jack. But it's enough to make him fumble a bit with what's in his hands (bread, thankfully, not eggs) and it falls in the packaging and hits the floor suddenly. ]
I'm fine--
[ He offers a smile, quiet, before picking up the bread and putting it in the fridge. ]
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I'm fine--
[ He offers a smile, quiet, before picking up the bread and putting it in the fridge. ]
I'm good.