[ There is zero familiarity in Carmy's eyes, and he's a little prickly after so many strangers feeling free to touch him, but there's something in that shoulder-clap that reminds Carmy of his own late brother, and his insides turn strange with fond grief for a moment.
It doesn't occur to him that Lip is a name rather than some slang he doesn't know, so after a confused beat he tries to take this friendliness in stride. ]
I uh- I fucking know, right?
[ He even sounds like Lip, that particular accent that comes of trying to get out of lower class Chicago to somewhere better, get taken more seriously. Older, though, and more awkward, and aside from the delta triangle on his chest, different tattoos. ]
No, man, they said it's the service uniform. Fucking thematic or some shit.
THIS IS PERFECT, THANK YOU
It doesn't occur to him that Lip is a name rather than some slang he doesn't know, so after a confused beat he tries to take this friendliness in stride. ]
I uh- I fucking know, right?
[ He even sounds like Lip, that particular accent that comes of trying to get out of lower class Chicago to somewhere better, get taken more seriously. Older, though, and more awkward, and aside from the delta triangle on his chest, different tattoos. ]
No, man, they said it's the service uniform. Fucking thematic or some shit.