[He looks down at his clothes and his breath hitches just slightly before he shakes his head.]
No. No, it isn't mine.
[Thomas looks over at him once more.]
Someone was shot.
[He's not sure why he blurts it out, but he does, and it's too late to take it back. He waits for the inevitable questions the older man will have now.]
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No. No, it isn't mine.
[Thomas looks over at him once more.]
Someone was shot.
[He's not sure why he blurts it out, but he does, and it's too late to take it back. He waits for the inevitable questions the older man will have now.]