imagine jensen telling the story of zep (not) throwing up in his mouth during a drive from the airport to the hotel in rome, during a panel at jibcon. in true jensen fashion, he paints a quite a picture with gestures and dramatics, puffing out his cheeks like he son had done the day before. misha listens to his pal recount the story again and cringes like he did the first time. jensen clarifies that zep hadn't, but at the time, he assumed his son had, then instructed him to swallow it so he'd give him some water to wash it down.
misha rests his hand on jensen's shoulder before teasing into the microphone, "he's always giving that advice."
the crowd laughs and claps while jensen nods, letting the joke marinate before adding, "it usually works."
he hears your name mentioned somewhere in the sea of fans, and before he can think twice, he answers, "she doesn't need to be told."
oh shit... he thinks as the audience erupts with gasps. his eyes widen, trying to wrap his head around the fact that he just said that out loud. before he can be mortified, the crowd hoots and hollers, encouraging his openness. misha makes a comment that he doesn't quite hear 'cause all he can see is you in the very back of the auditorium, covering your mouth to avoid drawing attention by laughter. he covers his embarrassment with a toothy smile and thanks the good Lord you weren't a stickler about his public sexual slip-ups. why would you be when he was practically bragging?
a/n : in honor of the jibcon this weekend, here's a drabble i've had for quite a while. inspo came from the story j told above at jib11 (2023)
