[Chris takes the glare with indifference, more in disbelief over the idea that Slevin is angry with him for some stupid reason than interested in rising to the level of toddler rage on display here. He waits for the elevator, scratching Lassie behind her ears]
Whatever you say, man.
[He resists making digs, A) because he's pissed, and B) because in part he's really worried about this new side of Slevin he's seeing. The guy is all twisted up like a broken Slinky]
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Whatever you say, man.
[He resists making digs, A) because he's pissed, and B) because in part he's really worried about this new side of Slevin he's seeing. The guy is all twisted up like a broken Slinky]