[Not here. Maybe at home. But suddenly it's not something that he wants to talk about. He knows all about Ivan at home. They're friends. And Mitchell feels suddenly very tired. He wants to tell Ivan about George, but what the fuck would it matter? Sometimes everything here feels like a noose.
He rubs his wrist against his forehead, an almost unconscious gesture of stress, putting the ember and ash end of his cigarette dangerously close to his hair.]
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[Not here. Maybe at home. But suddenly it's not something that he wants to talk about. He knows all about Ivan at home. They're friends. And Mitchell feels suddenly very tired. He wants to tell Ivan about George, but what the fuck would it matter? Sometimes everything here feels like a noose.
He rubs his wrist against his forehead, an almost unconscious gesture of stress, putting the ember and ash end of his cigarette dangerously close to his hair.]
George is gone.
[There. He's said it. Abrupt topic change.]
It happened last month.