( Arms still crossed there in front of his bare chest, he smiles faintly at the state of his jacket. )
Thanks, kid. Bang up job.
( A nod, he turns some — intends to maybe either get something to eat or put a shirt on, but. Instead, he stands there, letting his back press against the entryway as he mulls something over for a moment. )
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Thanks, kid. Bang up job.
( A nod, he turns some — intends to maybe either get something to eat or put a shirt on, but. Instead, he stands there, letting his back press against the entryway as he mulls something over for a moment. )
What would you even say to him?