The snoring's going to drive you mad. [ Jaime smiled slightly as he said it, though (a tired smile, but that was some attempt at commiseration), and then he shook his head and looked down at his hands-- the flesh one, the false one-- where they rested on his lap. He could handle going through the bits and bobs of documents Robert Baratheon kept, he knew. He just didn't particularly want to.
Curling his flesh hand in, he lifted his head and looked at Alex where he sat on the bed. ] Do you need my help with fixing this room?
[ Because if not, he was just going to sit here waiting for Alex to get things done. Jaime didn't have any attachments to being useless, but it was a better alternative to pretending he understood whatever it was that Alex did, beliefs set aside. ]
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Curling his flesh hand in, he lifted his head and looked at Alex where he sat on the bed. ] Do you need my help with fixing this room?
[ Because if not, he was just going to sit here waiting for Alex to get things done. Jaime didn't have any attachments to being useless, but it was a better alternative to pretending he understood whatever it was that Alex did, beliefs set aside. ]