[Get back now or you'll lose all the ground you've covered. One step, then another of his own. There's the slightest tang of Marlboro on his lips. It's not enough. It never has been, and likely will never be enough of Mr. Orange for him. Larry puts a hand in his own pocket. He's not the sort to wave so he smooths down his tie.]
G'night, kid.
[He's got a motel room to go back to, things to think over more so than ever. And if no answers come he can at least get a better night's sleep.]
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G'night, kid.
[He's got a motel room to go back to, things to think over more so than ever. And if no answers come he can at least get a better night's sleep.]