“Come on, you’re supposed to be on my side - now I have to get dirty laundry on you. By the way, good job covering…that up”, he replied, gesturing at Antonio’s head. “I couldn’t even tell where the cut was. I have to agree, that’s a sweet way to go, but I’d rather stay alive now, I was in a coma til recently. Not fun times.”
❝ I never said I would be on your side, particularly after you’ve picked up on…
❞ He gestured to the scar across his head, which he had for all this time, assumed was quite aptly covered using his hairline and perhaps a splash of concealer a la Carol. Now that it had been pointed to his attention, his fingers pushed his hair down even further, calmly, of course.