It took the best part of an hour to shift Jake from out-and-out homicidal ball of rage to merely incredibly angry and fired up. At that point Vincent managed to convince him to take the potion which would return him to some semblance of normality, and another ten minutes for it to have enough of an effect that Vincent could start to relax. A few minutes later Jake stood up, but he kept his eyes on the ground, only occasionally throwing glances at Vincent.
“Look, Vincent, I’m really sorry…” he started to say.
“Forget it! A camping trip wasn’t your greatest idea, but you could hardly be expected to know this was going to happen.”
“You’re not… you’re not mad? About what happened? About your clothes?”
Vincent suppressed a shudder. He was trying hard not to think about his clothes.
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