"I prioritize," he says shortly. He slides the box back into his pocket, blowing out a slow hush of smoke to spiral over the irregular glittering mass of lights below.
"I hear he's back, in any case," says Nick, his tone and the uneven slope of his shoulders radiating languid unconcern. "Jackson. I did say he wouldn't be long."
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"I hear he's back, in any case," says Nick, his tone and the uneven slope of his shoulders radiating languid unconcern. "Jackson. I did say he wouldn't be long."