[Pushing at Polnareff's chest was all the energy he could spare. As soon as he gets the signal, Abbacchio's hand drops back to the bed, and he's left looking up at Polnareff through tired, half-lidded eyes. Like he's ready to fall asleep on the spot, given the chance.]
Never... been a problem before. I dunno...
[Now his eyes close and he sighs, trying to fight off a yawn.]
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Never... been a problem before. I dunno...
[Now his eyes close and he sighs, trying to fight off a yawn.]
Yeah. Yeah get someone else... Don't care who.