[It would be so much healthier if she would just hate him. But he doesn't know about all this self loathing, and he isn't in the best place to talk her out of it. So he watches her go, huddled near the wall and occasionally pulling his collar closer against his bare neck. He watches without making it obvious, largely watching her from the corner of his eyes, making it look like his attention is elsewhere. He passes the time easily - even makes it look like he's using his device to text someone. It's all calm, though; he sees no reason to worry, and waits for her to come back with the money.]
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