Too late. Izzy clears his throat and wipes his eyes, just in case something traitorous has escaped. This is probably for the best. He's supposed to be a role model, not some... sniveling, pathetic wreck.
"What's the point?" he asks by the time her hand is turning over the ignition. It may be a bigger question than he means.
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Too late. Izzy clears his throat and wipes his eyes, just in case something traitorous has escaped. This is probably for the best. He's supposed to be a role model, not some... sniveling, pathetic wreck.
"What's the point?" he asks by the time her hand is turning over the ignition. It may be a bigger question than he means.
"Really, what's the fucking point?"