[ He'd really been intending just to make sure the guy got home, before high-tailing it back to his hotel room. He was uncomfortable in the City, like any association with people he knew were imports would jepoardize his carefully crafted history and life. It could make far too many people suspicious, but he couldn't just leave the guy, either.
Nelson, and it was Nelson, looked to be in dire straits. He couldn't fucking leave him.
Well, he could, and would, if it became necessary, but right now, it wasn't. He'd walk him home, and--
Was that a dead body? Well, no, it was a live body, and while he wasn't sure if Nelson recognized him, Mitch sure as hell did. ]
This happen often?
[ He used Maskin's cool, measured voice. Free of the thicker New Yorker tones, free of the swears that came so naturally, even as he tried to hoist him by the shoulders.
His heart thudded in his chest, trying to get the guy, Bradbury into this guy's apartment. ]
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Nelson, and it was Nelson, looked to be in dire straits. He couldn't fucking leave him.
Well, he could, and would, if it became necessary, but right now, it wasn't. He'd walk him home, and--
Was that a dead body? Well, no, it was a live body, and while he wasn't sure if Nelson recognized him, Mitch sure as hell did. ]
This happen often?
[ He used Maskin's cool, measured voice. Free of the thicker New Yorker tones, free of the swears that came so naturally, even as he tried to hoist him by the shoulders.
His heart thudded in his chest, trying to get the guy, Bradbury into this guy's apartment. ]