#He drank the victorian equivalent of 10 cans of redbull

[immediatebreakfast]

Mina today in their Odessus hotel room: You okay love? Jonathan, energy equal to 27 cups of coffee, unspent, unable to unleash, unable to speak lest he reveals their plans to the spying vampire in her head, black eyebags under his hollow eyes, scruffy stubble, half-smoked cigar in his lips he grins at her: *thumbs up*

None of them are fine, and Jonathan is two cups of coffee away from getting the zoomies of a hyper aware border collie.