[The thought of the mafia paying him off is... hilarious, really.]
I'm not really the... taking the fall for someone type. At least, not... intentionally. [...] But being accused of things I didn't do, that part was nothing new, really.
Marginally more extreme, yes. [dryly--and glancing up at the sky starts to darken. He wants to ask about that--about the apathy, and about his willingness to essentially go to jail (and, really, his death) simply to spite Oswald.
[Oswald will help with that, and then with folding up the blanket, and then moving out of the park to hail a taxi to take them home. And start thinking about turning that study into a second bedroom]
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[he hums a bit] You're not the type, though.
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[The thought of the mafia paying him off is... hilarious, really.]
I'm not really the... taking the fall for someone type. At least, not... intentionally. [...] But being accused of things I didn't do, that part was nothing new, really.
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But now's not the time or place]
We should be getting home, I think.
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...Mhm, right. Let's.
[He'll start packing things up back in the basket.]
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