[ He resists at first (habit, not conscious thought); he resists because it's engrained in him by now (too many times having been thrown out of conference rooms, out of restaurants and out of parties thrown by people who used to be his friends). Gene tugs his sleeve away, tries to throw the arm from off of his shoulders, but then, there's his name, spoken in an infinitely patient voice.
Confusion sets into his features as he looks at Nellie. It takes him a moment to remember. ] I didn't, Nellie. You'll tell them. Won't you?
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Confusion sets into his features as he looks at Nellie. It takes him a moment to remember. ] I didn't, Nellie. You'll tell them. Won't you?