[He means to walk away, but when Stephen doesn't answer or follow he stops, as if waiting. He doesn't have friends, but... He rubs his face and sighs, letting out some of the steam pent up in his chest.]
It's okay. Whatever. I came out here to [decompress] like, de-estrogen a little bit. [He slings his pack down over one shoulder and lets Stephen peek inside to see a Kimber handgun and several packs of ammo.]
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It's okay. Whatever. I came out here to [decompress] like, de-estrogen a little bit. [He slings his pack down over one shoulder and lets Stephen peek inside to see a Kimber handgun and several packs of ammo.]