[ He falters, pausing with the towel pressed against his chest, flicking eyes between Lance and Nate again. His brow furrows slowly, uncomprehending — not in that he doesn't understand what he's hearing, but rather— what?
Let him repeat for the sake of reinforcing the absurdity. ]
So Gaby... told Stephen... to tell Nate-
[ Pause right there to let that one sink in; of all the people. ]
To tell you to behave.
[ Another beat, and then a long stupid snort that never fully blooms into a laugh. Game of telephone aside; ]
Boy did they peg that one wrong.
[ It's on the tip of his tongue to say I guess they don't know you work for the mob, right except he's not positive Lance knows that yet. Odds are extremely likely, but Ian's not much of a gambler. ]
no subject
Let him repeat for the sake of reinforcing the absurdity. ]
So Gaby... told Stephen... to tell Nate-
[ Pause right there to let that one sink in; of all the people. ]
To tell you to behave.
[ Another beat, and then a long stupid snort that never fully blooms into a laugh. Game of telephone aside; ]
Boy did they peg that one wrong.
[ It's on the tip of his tongue to say I guess they don't know you work for the mob, right except he's not positive Lance knows that yet. Odds are extremely likely, but Ian's not much of a gambler. ]