@lumonvexed cont . here !
for some reason , irving's hands feel clammy . like he's sweating - as if someone's going to interrogate him or something , as if someone from lumon's going to break into his home . but , nothing happens . all he does is look at the woman that seems slightly familiar to him , humming as he's listening to her words , clearing his throat .
" unique ? i lost my job at a place where i thought needed me , " he goes , that funny feeling in his bones appearing once again , his shoulders hiked up , contemplating on asking what she really wants from him . " i recall ( ... ) some things . not too many . " burt - he recalls burt . he recalls his innie & the black hallway he keeps painting with no further explanation as to why it's on his mind .
