[Though it takes a herculean effort not to blurt out what he wants to blurt out – which is "are you fucking with me" – Adam manages it through sheer force of will. But despite himself, he can't help a surprised start, as if suddenly zapped by static.
Hours? Without him taking even the slightest notice? Christ. He honestly can't decide if that says more about him or the guy– but he's suspecting (hoping) it's the latter.]
Yeah, I gotta say, you've got a good handle on "quiet." [A more level response than his first impulse had been, so good on him for that. He folds his arms and fixes the guy with a look.] I'm– impressed, actually.
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Hours? Without him taking even the slightest notice? Christ. He honestly can't decide if that says more about him or the guy– but he's suspecting (hoping) it's the latter.]
Yeah, I gotta say, you've got a good handle on "quiet." [A more level response than his first impulse had been, so good on him for that. He folds his arms and fixes the guy with a look.] I'm– impressed, actually.