[He continues his scrutinizing stare before he turns, throwing his shirt over his shoulder. He feels like he's about to pass out, it's so hot--but he really doesn't want to be around this guy for much longer. Not with how he's feeling especially.
Whatever. Fuck it. He starts walking back toward his temporary house.]
SIGH
Whatever. Fuck it. He starts walking back toward his temporary house.]
The rest's import whether you like it or not.