He closes his eyes briefly, ducking his head anyway as she pulls her hand away.
"I guess," he manages, forcing himself to catch her gaze again. "No one controls shit here, Clara. Reims was dicks okay, but it made sense. There were rules. There was routine. This place is just..." What it is. Bullshit, mostly.
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"I guess," he manages, forcing himself to catch her gaze again. "No one controls shit here, Clara. Reims was dicks okay, but it made sense. There were rules. There was routine. This place is just..." What it is. Bullshit, mostly.