If you... [He's still got what he stashed away in Mr. White's room, his little rainy day fund, and if she needs something that'll make her stop feeling, or at least stop caring about what she's feeling...
But she's like him, his fellow junkie, and he knew that was a shitty thing to do even when he was doing it. He trails off, a stab of intense guilt and worry -- not for her, but for another junkie far, far away -- radiating out.] Never mind. Good luck, right?
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But she's like him, his fellow junkie, and he knew that was a shitty thing to do even when he was doing it. He trails off, a stab of intense guilt and worry -- not for her, but for another junkie far, far away -- radiating out.] Never mind. Good luck, right?