[He looks uncomfortable. Like food poisoning has him pinched up inside his guts. This isn't the same as punching a table and making a speech to settle everyone on the proper side.]
I'm not you. Sonya isn— wasn't Lorna.
[He's too good a sport to point out how badly his encouragement has turned out lately too, but there's this dingy pause after, and he rubs his face.]
a little vagueness bc i think john by now will know sonya is in town
I'm not you. Sonya isn— wasn't Lorna.
[He's too good a sport to point out how badly his encouragement has turned out lately too, but there's this dingy pause after, and he rubs his face.]