[When Gold Experience approaches him, he slowly puts on some measure of togetherness--straight posture, raised shoulders, 500-watt smile. The works.]
...Glad to see you made it.
[When he speaks, though, his voice lacks its usual energy, and his eyes are still looking past the Stand to the dead plant on the other end of the table. It isn't clear who he's addressing, though, to him, it probably doesn't matter.]
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...Glad to see you made it.
[When he speaks, though, his voice lacks its usual energy, and his eyes are still looking past the Stand to the dead plant on the other end of the table. It isn't clear who he's addressing, though, to him, it probably doesn't matter.]
It's a mess in here. Sorry.