"I won't be going to work for another while." It was only partially because he didn't feel like putting up with whining make up artists bemoaning his fading bruises and scrapes, and he'd stopped hurting the other day, but for once in ages, he was perfectly aware he would not be able to concentrate sufficiently. Did not feel like bothering.
Was taking what - a break?
"So I might be able to afford a meal this week," He closed plainly, wrapping her joke in nonchalance as he circled his car to open the passenger door for her.
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