[ for a few seconds, evan smirks again, almost a smile, almost something that's actually amused and maybe a little understanding rather than just for show.
god, does he ever understand. maybe not in exactly the same way, because he was always supposed to be in the background, but there's still no breaks. ]
Don't let me keep you from 'em.
[ he drops the cigarette and grinds it out under a heel. there's an ashtray about five feet away, which he ignores. ]
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god, does he ever understand. maybe not in exactly the same way, because he was always supposed to be in the background, but there's still no breaks. ]
Don't let me keep you from 'em.
[ he drops the cigarette and grinds it out under a heel. there's an ashtray about five feet away, which he ignores. ]