[Firo's eyes flick to Hank's hand. For a split second, he's almost ready to let himself react, even if Hank is a cop. Because it's Hank, damn it. Right?
He pushes out a sigh through gritted teeth.]
It's me trying to figure out why the hell you wound up in front of my--in New York. We were just--
[They were just... Hang on, how the hell did Firo get here, too?]
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He pushes out a sigh through gritted teeth.]
It's me trying to figure out why the hell you wound up in front of my--in New York. We were just--
[They were just... Hang on, how the hell did Firo get here, too?]