[He's not coming back. He doesn't know where he's going, but he's marching off, seething. He regrets every last word that just came out to Nina. It was like it happened on its own, without any control over it. And he knew, he *knew*, that just like Kay, that was it with Nina. After Kay read that paper, she avoided him completely. He didn't blame either of them. Not for a moment.
He tries to light a cigarette as he goes, but his hands are shaking too much for him to light the match. He tosses them aside and opts for his flask instead.
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He tries to light a cigarette as he goes, but his hands are shaking too much for him to light the match. He tosses them aside and opts for his flask instead.
He keeps walking.]