[The words cut. Pet? Is that how he feels about being Lazarus' friend? After everything they've done for each other? He takes a deep breath on his cigarette, glad that nicotine steadies his hands. He's doing nothing because it feels like there's nothing left to do, like he's mired in a hideous catch-22 where he's damned no matter what he tries. Tony won't hear reason, he won't hear emotion, and he won't hear personal truth. If he can, it won't be from Lazarus.
No, he doesn't have anything to say, especially not to that. He keeps his eyes focused forward, away from the scene happening behind him that he's witnessing, but no longer truly a part of. If he should be pleading with Tony to stay, he's honestly conflicted about whether or not there's a secret aspect of him that thinks it really would be for the best if Tony left.]
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No, he doesn't have anything to say, especially not to that. He keeps his eyes focused forward, away from the scene happening behind him that he's witnessing, but no longer truly a part of. If he should be pleading with Tony to stay, he's honestly conflicted about whether or not there's a secret aspect of him that thinks it really would be for the best if Tony left.]