[ To his credit, when he hears Ishmael — more importantly, when he hears the extreme lack of urgency in her voice — all he does is peel his eyes open and check for a shock of orange hair before immediately relaxing. He lies back with a sigh, barely registering what she says. ]
The hell do you mean, when did I get here... This is my room, woman. Get out.
[ ... Yeah, he did not get the memo. He's chalking up the weird casino as an insane horny dream and he's treating Ishmael being here as a sign he's back in the bus where he kind of sort of belongs. Not that he feels grateful for that or anything. (He's very grateful for that.) ]
he gets one (1) self-esteem, she gets one (1) purpose. baby steps
The hell do you mean, when did I get here... This is my room, woman. Get out.
[ ... Yeah, he did not get the memo. He's chalking up the weird casino as an insane horny dream and he's treating Ishmael being here as a sign he's back in the bus where he kind of sort of belongs. Not that he feels grateful for that or anything. (He's very grateful for that.) ]