[But he still sits there, looking like a frightened, caged animal. Boxer's not even entirely sure he remembers how to breathe. The forced cheeriness is just as much an indication that he's in the doghouse as anything else.
He swallows hard, dry.]
M-maybe I should...go.
[Like, go-go. Get off the boat and call it off. After a beat, he starts to crawl his way to the window.
it's a tuff life
He swallows hard, dry.]
M-maybe I should...go.
[Like, go-go. Get off the boat and call it off. After a beat, he starts to crawl his way to the window.
The balcony window.]