Say what you want, but I don't ever really get past worrying about my friends, okay?
[He says it like he's trying to joke, but there's a certain earnest sincerity about it that he can't mask. So he tries to sober up a little, licks his lips as he looks at the scissors in his hand.]
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Say what you want, but I don't ever really get past worrying about my friends, okay?
[He says it like he's trying to joke, but there's a certain earnest sincerity about it that he can't mask. So he tries to sober up a little, licks his lips as he looks at the scissors in his hand.]
Okay. What next then?