There's a twitch on his face, almost as if he's about to laugh, but there's no humor in his eyes. He pulls his focus away from him instead, and takes a drag from his cigarette.
"Sure. Go ahead." He leans his head on one hand, rubbing his forehead idly. "Whatever your story's worth, I'll match it."
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"Sure. Go ahead." He leans his head on one hand, rubbing his forehead idly. "Whatever your story's worth, I'll match it."