...he doesn't say, reflexively avoiding her eyes in case the thought somehow makes it onto his face. But it doesn't take him long to regroup. ] No, no...look, it's not your fault, you're a beginner, but you're being way too— [ He stretches his hands apart, holding them even, as if there's a string linking them. ] It wants you to make a snowman that looks like its mom, or something.
[ Up fly his hands, fingers splayed in a gesture of who-fucking-knows, and when they settle a finger's pointed at his chest. ] I'm Jimmy. McGill.
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...he doesn't say, reflexively avoiding her eyes in case the thought somehow makes it onto his face. But it doesn't take him long to regroup. ] No, no...look, it's not your fault, you're a beginner, but you're being way too— [ He stretches his hands apart, holding them even, as if there's a string linking them. ] It wants you to make a snowman that looks like its mom, or something.
[ Up fly his hands, fingers splayed in a gesture of who-fucking-knows, and when they settle a finger's pointed at his chest. ] I'm Jimmy. McGill.