Oh well. Lucky me. [The words are a puff of smoke bleeding out of his still-alive lungs. Somehow.] You’d think you wanted my attention. Spending so much time with me lately.
Were you out looking for me? It’s okay. You can admit it.
Or maybe you're looking for me. How do I know you haven't been memorizing my whereabouts so as to know where to catch me? Really, Ian. Anything is possible.














