[ The burning tip of the cigarette flares brightly as he draws a smoke-filled breath through it, listening, then thinks to retrieve the box it had come from and offer it out between them. A gesture in kind, demonstrating that he doesn't feel intruded upon either.
Something in Leander's words grazes against a recent bruise, but not enough for it to show more than a passing silence. ]
No, [ Marcus agrees. ] But the dreaming could prove interesting.
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Something in Leander's words grazes against a recent bruise, but not enough for it to show more than a passing silence. ]
No, [ Marcus agrees. ] But the dreaming could prove interesting.
[ Such as it ever is. ]
You did well, in finishing it.