[Ronan flashes a shark smile that's mostly invisible in the dark. He tucks the knife away and eases closer to Jesse, reaching between his legs just a little slower than he has to. Just a little clumsier than he has to. Maybe groping not-so-accidentally before he gets a hold of the flashlight.]
Sorry. My bad.
[He turns the flashlight around to illuminate the coke.]
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Sorry. My bad.
[He turns the flashlight around to illuminate the coke.]