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[There's not much to spill out. No meal. It's just whatever he had to drink and a couple donuts. The kid coughs and heaves, bent over and holding onto a corner, the wall, whatever he can that'll keep him from giving in and settling on his knees. He won't give Blonde that satisfaction, nevermind how the bastard wouldn't know. It's a confidence thing. Cough cough.]

Shit man...

[He's so glad for the distance, the air, yet Lawrence Dimick is still just an arm away and that's comforting too.]