[ His eyes are half-lidded, but he's watching Mitch from under his lashes. It's not... forward planning isn't his strong suit, not really, and Mitch has always been difficult to read. His shirt sleeves are a bit shorter than they should be, exposing his wrists to the cold - yeah, taking off his jacket wasn't the smartest move, but it had seemed a lot better in the car - and he shivers a little as the wind picks up, fingers spreading against the surface of the car. ]
M'fine. [ The words are still a little slurred, but that's calculated, now, and his heart's beating faster in his chest, ears straining for the sound of a cab pulling up, something to tell him he has his escape route worked out. He's not sure how much longer he has before he does something phenomenally stupid and desperate again. Maybe if he telegraphs get the fuck away from me, this is a bad idea loudly enough, Mitch will listen this time. ]
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M'fine. [ The words are still a little slurred, but that's calculated, now, and his heart's beating faster in his chest, ears straining for the sound of a cab pulling up, something to tell him he has his escape route worked out. He's not sure how much longer he has before he does something phenomenally stupid and desperate again. Maybe if he telegraphs get the fuck away from me, this is a bad idea loudly enough, Mitch will listen this time. ]