[It's crooked, wry, self-deprecating, and more than a little bit pained, warping one side of his face and ducking his head and sinking his free hand over his chest to fist at the fabric of his shirt, worn and muddied and stained almost beyond recognition.]
Yeah.
That's kinda the whole point.
[That's the joke. Got a killer punchline, right?] [ * It's me. ]
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[He smiles.]
[It's crooked, wry, self-deprecating, and more than a little bit pained, warping one side of his face and ducking his head and sinking his free hand over his chest to fist at the fabric of his shirt, worn and muddied and stained almost beyond recognition.]
Yeah.
That's kinda the whole point.
[That's the joke. Got a killer punchline, right?]
[ * It's me. ]