Jalen wants to protest that sitting on the floor is an absurd idea, but at least maybe there he'll be out of his double's Abraxas' line of sight. "...well, alright, then." He awkwardly crouches down to sit next to Gibson.

His attempt to cram himself under the table turns out to be less than successful. He manages to get half of himself underneath it, but when he tries to fold his entirely-too-long legs under himself he smacks his head on the bottom edge, bringing his entire carefully-constructed tower of empty cups cascading down on top of the two of them.

He sighs. It could have been worse, he thinks. At least they weren't full.