[Raymond's panting too, and it'll be a few moments before he moves out of his slumped position. Even then, he doesn't move much, only sliding down to flatten himself against the floor and roll onto his back. There's a definite ache with the change in position, but it's not enough to make him wince.
He's still panting as he rests a hand on his chest, and he turns his head just enough to get a good look at Orange.]
Haven't lived for seventy-five years...just to get taken out by fucking lung cancer.
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He's still panting as he rests a hand on his chest, and he turns his head just enough to get a good look at Orange.]
Haven't lived for seventy-five years...just to get taken out by fucking lung cancer.