John pauses, momentarily lost. How does he answer that question? The truth invites too many questions, opens the door to losing his pleasant company for the evening. But lies... for someone who aspires to make a living from flights of imagination, he is the most terrible at lying.
"I wished for the air," he settles on. "My head needed clearing."
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Date: 2014-09-08 04:02 am (UTC)"I wished for the air," he settles on. "My head needed clearing."
It's not entirely deceptive.