[He will know, because he reaches in, draws out the first thing his hand encounters, a flat cardboard box. Once it's out two things are clear about it: it was originally expensive and elegant, the edges in gold trim, the lacquer shiny; and it has been defaced, by someone who likes to doodle in neon pink and blue and purple. Jinx has drawn flowers and flames and a little figure dying from breathing in gross cigar smoke.
Silco looks down at it, his hand trembling slightly, his shoulders tight, and then stuffs it back in the bag.]
It's mine.
[ Now go away and let him process his feelings in peace, god. ]
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[He will know, because he reaches in, draws out the first thing his hand encounters, a flat cardboard box. Once it's out two things are clear about it: it was originally expensive and elegant, the edges in gold trim, the lacquer shiny; and it has been defaced, by someone who likes to doodle in neon pink and blue and purple. Jinx has drawn flowers and flames and a little figure dying from breathing in gross cigar smoke.
Silco looks down at it, his hand trembling slightly, his shoulders tight, and then stuffs it back in the bag.]
It's mine.
[ Now go away and let him process his feelings in peace, god. ]