[ The answer is right there on the tip of his tongue, and he he still stalls a second, looking Henry over. It's so weird to see him like this, bereft of both his sharp barbs and polite distance. He considers, prods at his lower lip with his tongue, then: ]
Why not? We're already neck-deep in each other's bullshit, and yet here we still are.
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Why not? We're already neck-deep in each other's bullshit, and yet here we still are.