“You guys wouldn’t happen to have a can of Dr. Pepper lying around, would you?” I ask gleefully when Figueroa pulls the burger away to wipe my mouth with a napkin. Johansson says nothing. He simply nods at Templeton, who scurries out of the room, returning two minutes later with a red can. “Oh my fucking God, this is perfect,” I practically squeal. “Hey. Fry me, Figs.”
He really accepted his reality with little protest 😭
