[Jon blinks as the curtain is 'slammed'. Then looks up at Algric questioning.]
That's.... That went well.
[It's not over though. Algric didn't push himself to come here just to be insulted and leave. He lifts Algric's hand to kiss his knuckles, holds up a finger like 'one second', then carefully pulls the curtain back just enough to step through.]
Ms. Gorecki. It really would mean quite a lot of you would please sit and listen to your son until he's finished. And actually talk with him. ... Please. [His voice is strained with trying to keep it level; his own anger doesn't have a place here, no matter how that dig at Algric had himself as collateral damage on the side into a deeply personal fear he has for himself.]
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That's.... That went well.
[It's not over though. Algric didn't push himself to come here just to be insulted and leave. He lifts Algric's hand to kiss his knuckles, holds up a finger like 'one second', then carefully pulls the curtain back just enough to step through.]
Ms. Gorecki. It really would mean quite a lot of you would please sit and listen to your son until he's finished. And actually talk with him. ... Please. [His voice is strained with trying to keep it level; his own anger doesn't have a place here, no matter how that dig at Algric had himself as collateral damage on the side into a deeply personal fear he has for himself.]