My turn t'wait.

[cantbewithhim]

Ennis sat in his hotel room, chain-smoking, worrying himself within an inch of his life. What if Newsome tried something? What if Lureen was more than broken up? He was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that he had to leave Jack to do this part on his own. Hell, how many times had he pushed Jack away and he couldn't take it in return? No. He was going to wait right here until Jack came. And he would come this time, in relatively one piece.

"Jack fuckin' Twist'll be th'death a me yet," he murmured to himself, taking a particularly long drag as the people chattered away on the black and white TV set in the corner.