[He stares at him a moment longer--and then loses some of his tension. However slight the adjustment, it's still there. And he looks away, down the bank of lockers again and still, for the moment, doesn't say anything.]
Yeah. If I knew, that he'd-- [He pushes his hand through his hair, grips at the back of his head, hard, a moment, before he drops his arm.] Yeah. I could. Couldn't you?
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Yeah. If I knew, that he'd-- [He pushes his hand through his hair, grips at the back of his head, hard, a moment, before he drops his arm.] Yeah. I could. Couldn't you?