workingonitsir: (Worried/Looking up)
Jarvis doesn't realize that it's weird, but he nods and takes a seat as well. Slowly. Uncertainly. He's not scared of the water anymore, and the shakes have stopped, even as he plops down. The water comes just above his waist.

He just sits there, hands on knees in the water.

"...Are you upset with me, Sir?" A pause. "Sam. Sorry, Sam."
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