[The light attempt at humor fades away, replaced in stages by a more pensive, reluctantly accepting glare at nothing in particular.]
...I know.
[Clayton breathes a long, shallow sigh. Then he turns back, abruptly, with the most deadpan and yet deeply sympathetic look he can muster, and blurts: ]
no subject
...I know.
[Clayton breathes a long, shallow sigh. Then he turns back, abruptly, with the most deadpan and yet deeply sympathetic look he can muster, and blurts: ]
Ain't it a pisser?