Not until you answer me with what you want to do with that information.
[To make his response all the more obnoxious, Jason leans back and starts to pick at his nails, cleaning them of anything caught in their cat-like hooks.]
[Jason doesn't immediately say anything. He lets the awkward silence of the cafe, the few patrons at this hour stunned briefly and then returning clumsily to their conversations, speak for him.]
[The realisation of what he just did makes Marco's cheeks flush. His gaze shifts from Jason's face to the paling knuckles of his own clenched fists; that's the closest thing to an apology that he feels like conceding.]
Why-- [He stops, clears his throat, makes sure he keeps his voice down.] Why not? Because I'm "crazy"? Is that it?
That's exactly it. If you were in your right head, wouldn't you hesitate a smidge before revealing your source to someone accused of murdering someone in the name of a bogus deity?
[This isn't getting him anywhere. He doesn't know why he thought it would; it's Jason Compson, after all. He just wishes he could know what's making everyone think he's got some kind of problem, what's clouding his mind and making his code go severely off-track, what's going on.
He turns to leave, and that's exactly what he's going to do unless Jason has anything else to say to him.]
[Jason doesn't. His curiosity has been satisfied - the rumor verified, his ability to pick up on Marco's erratic behavior vindicated. But he doesn't feel happy about it. An uneasiness settles into his stomach, and he frowns at the door after Marco. Then he tries to suppress it and goes back to cleaning up the counter.]
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Just... answer my question!
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[To make his response all the more obnoxious, Jason leans back and starts to pick at his nails, cleaning them of anything caught in their cat-like hooks.]
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[He may have just raised his voice a little more than what would be appropriate for a public place.]
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Fine. Then I don't believe you.
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Why-- [He stops, clears his throat, makes sure he keeps his voice down.] Why not? Because I'm "crazy"? Is that it?
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[This isn't getting him anywhere. He doesn't know why he thought it would; it's Jason Compson, after all. He just wishes he could know what's making everyone think he's got some kind of problem, what's clouding his mind and making his code go severely off-track, what's going on.
He turns to leave, and that's exactly what he's going to do unless Jason has anything else to say to him.]
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