[He looks a second too long at the bottle in Kaveh's hand before he takes it, as though he's afraid of missing it when he reaches for it. He frowns at the amount of wine inside, wiggling the bottle slightly, takes another sip.
He scoffs.] So I can't think about how you sound when you make out, but you can think about me? I find that hardly fair.
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He scoffs.] So I can't think about how you sound when you make out, but you can think about me? I find that hardly fair.