[But John pulls back, eases off. Or at least he thinks that's what he's doing. Petre sees it all as the same. Petre's eyes are narrowed when they return to focus on him, like he's trying to spot a lie. John thought it was just another swipe at their ping-pong-like match? He must've missed the ball flying way over his head.]
So - how should it have played out? What was I supposed to say to you? Yes, please, thank you. Sorry I ever bothered with acknowledging who you really are. I'll take those cigarettes now.
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[But John pulls back, eases off. Or at least he thinks that's what he's doing. Petre sees it all as the same. Petre's eyes are narrowed when they return to focus on him, like he's trying to spot a lie. John thought it was just another swipe at their ping-pong-like match? He must've missed the ball flying way over his head.]
So - how should it have played out? What was I supposed to say to you? Yes, please, thank you. Sorry I ever bothered with acknowledging who you really are. I'll take those cigarettes now.