[A vague, noncommital wince of an expression completes that thought. Selling it means revisiting it, thinking about it, and more: passing off pieces of someone Freddie actually gave a shit about to people he doesn't.
The likely outcome is that he'll ignore it, leave the place abandoned until the administration clear it. No decision made on his part.
His arm flattens as she lays down, his head tilted down to look at her.]
No. [He doesn't give a shit about his stuff. And his tone remains as studiedly casual as he adds:] He really could be dead. It was that kind of world.
[But even that's not all the reason. And her talking about Christmas is enough to make him share more of it.]
It's this place. See, at home I'd have had him once and forgotten it. Here you just keep... circling back.
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[A vague, noncommital wince of an expression completes that thought. Selling it means revisiting it, thinking about it, and more: passing off pieces of someone Freddie actually gave a shit about to people he doesn't.
The likely outcome is that he'll ignore it, leave the place abandoned until the administration clear it. No decision made on his part.
His arm flattens as she lays down, his head tilted down to look at her.]
No. [He doesn't give a shit about his stuff. And his tone remains as studiedly casual as he adds:] He really could be dead. It was that kind of world.
[But even that's not all the reason. And her talking about Christmas is enough to make him share more of it.]
It's this place. See, at home I'd have had him once and forgotten it. Here you just keep... circling back.