[Selfishly, he wants to mourn everything. He hates this, hates not knowing when he'll go, or maybe Avdol. That isn't permanent either, which is agonizing in all of the worst ways. He's already known it, but now it's just a slap in the face, solidifying it, something that's impossible to ignore.
He finishes his glass, then refills it, because he's going to need a fucking lot of wine tonight.]
First time I heard about this house.
[There's a pause as he considers. Okay, no, he can't spare a moment for himself here. Mista needs him.]
THEY BOTH DO
He finishes his glass, then refills it, because he's going to need a fucking lot of wine tonight.]
First time I heard about this house.
[There's a pause as he considers. Okay, no, he can't spare a moment for himself here. Mista needs him.]
It's not your fault, Mista.