[He doesn't really feel like arguing this point, either, so he doesn't, but he mutters under his breath as he slouches out of the elevator.]
What, my sales background isn't good enough?
[He glances up the hallway and hesitates, tired eyes going cloudy. There's his door down there, 7-6, and that's no surprise, but to get there he's got to go past the blank, anonymous nothing that used to be 7-4, and that just makes him want to start getting wasted all over again. Maybe follow through on that weed Dracula mentioned...
Instead, he clears his throat and glances back at the Doctor.]
Mr. White's gone, by the way.
[There's something intent in his gaze, as if to say: get it now?]
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What, my sales background isn't good enough?
[He glances up the hallway and hesitates, tired eyes going cloudy. There's his door down there, 7-6, and that's no surprise, but to get there he's got to go past the blank, anonymous nothing that used to be 7-4, and that just makes him want to start getting wasted all over again. Maybe follow through on that weed Dracula mentioned...
Instead, he clears his throat and glances back at the Doctor.]
Mr. White's gone, by the way.
[There's something intent in his gaze, as if to say: get it now?]