[...Silver catches enough of a glimpse at it to get the idea. He pulls his hood further over his head; it's entirely too warm to be wearing a hoodie, but it makes him feel better about himself.]
Fucking Jim, right?
[That's not at all something polite to say in front of Elda, but something tells him that she's not going to mind that much, at least not this time.]
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Fucking Jim, right?
[That's not at all something polite to say in front of Elda, but something tells him that she's not going to mind that much, at least not this time.]