[Mr. White returns. His blazer is undone, but he looks moderately put together. Look, Ma, no sway. Though he is grinning a little too much for not much going on. His hair is slightly damp, habitually slicked back enough.]
Forget what?
[Sitting right back where he was, looking from Pink to Orange.]
no subject
Forget what?
[Sitting right back where he was, looking from Pink to Orange.]