[After dumping the contents of the box on his lap and rummaging he finally finds one good cigarette, and wastes NO TIME LIGHTING IT. After a few relaxing drags, he glances over at the constantly WAY TOO HAPPY Italian to his left. WHY was this guy so intent on hanging around? Didn't he have better shit to do]
Look, I'm grateful for comin' to help and all that but you don't need to babysit me. I'm fine now. You can go.
Re: [In person]
Look, I'm grateful for comin' to help and all that but you don't need to babysit me. I'm fine now. You can go.