[A spreading pain runs through his chest and he's unable to keep the look of hurt off his face.] Ouch. Thanks. That's fuckin' great to know. [For a moment he just stands there in a mild shock.]
You know what, I'll see ya later. Or never. Whatever works for you. [Dropping the package, he starts walking off.]
no subject
You know what, I'll see ya later. Or never. Whatever works for you. [Dropping the package, he starts walking off.]