[Des drops the mostly-burned out cigarette dangling from his hand on the balcony and in surprise and leans into the kiss without pulling back, which is a far cry from him rejecting her advances back in Chicago, but still very, very final. They are two screwed up people playing a screwed up game.
And that's it. That's the story. The ending's something else.]
Uh-huh. [Articulate. Go him. He swallows and takes a half-step back.] Think you'll be all right for a couple of hours? I've got a-a... [He points at the door, fumbling for the right word.] ...thing.
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And that's it. That's the story. The ending's something else.]
Uh-huh. [Articulate. Go him. He swallows and takes a half-step back.] Think you'll be all right for a couple of hours? I've got a-a... [He points at the door, fumbling for the right word.] ...thing.