[He takes the prescriptions and notes and pushes them into his pockets, before opening his mouth as if to ask something else... and then changing his mind completely. He can't do it, not yet.]
Yeah, thanks.
[It's to Steve he turns his attention, swallowing hard and trying not to look like the world's guiltiest son of a bitch.]
Hey-- hey, Steve, look at me. Yeah-- c'mon, we've gotta get you home, you need to hold onto my arm?
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Yeah, thanks.
[It's to Steve he turns his attention, swallowing hard and trying not to look like the world's guiltiest son of a bitch.]
Hey-- hey, Steve, look at me. Yeah-- c'mon, we've gotta get you home, you need to hold onto my arm?