Re: Holly and Jack: Evans & Peel
"It's still dangerous. I think it's stupid to deliberately put yourself in danger while seeking out a thrill, but I also wear socks in hotel rooms and carry Purell, so, you know." He shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't apologetic about it, because, hello, he was the sane one here. "And people do get their necks sliced. I recommend any number of YouTube true crime vloggers, you know, if you need some information on that."
He shrugged. Distancing himself more? Yeah, absolutely distancing himself more. "You go play whatever you want. It's no skin off my back." Deadpan, and, look, this shit?... Yeah. Holly was already mentally out the door, down the street and somewhere he could forget about Jack's stupid stupidity.
"Don't bring me anything. I'm not going to be part of your risk-taking endeavor. Anyway, I'm going now. Thanks for the place. It's been real. If you die out there, I hope it happens fast. Right." Right. He didn't hold out a hand or anything like that. In fact, he didn't even look at the guy again. End interaction. Jack? Was dead. Until he popped up again, if he popped up again.
He considered raising a hand in farewell, but, nah. He turned. He left. Key feeling crazy-heavy in his pocket.