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Bellings gaze met Johnny’s, standing just offstage, turning back towards him.
He held himself in a strange way, as if he was burdened with more then the infinant things everyone already piled on him. More than the constant advice, the threat of murder, and the managing of such a production.
“Mr. Harmon, having a good time without Sid breathing down your neck?” Belling strolled over to him, hands clasped behind his back.
“Jeez Chris,” he answered, showing the other man what he was holding- the noose their boss had been strung on moments before. “You ever heard of the concept of too soon?” Although the words had a bite, there was a smile in his voice that gave Belling a funny feeling down his spine. “Cioffi said I could clean up… this, since it was technically part of our set.”
“That’s awful,” Belling said. “And a bit dense of him.” Although simple, the comment was uncharacteristically sympathetic, and caught Johnny off guard. He shrugged.
“Believe it or not I’ve done worse as a stage manager,” Johnny gave a small laugh, untangling the rope and setting it back to how it was before- a perfectly boring and innocent counterweight. Funny, almost.
“Hm, oddly enough I CAN think of several questionable things we’ve made you do during your time here.” Belling buttoned his vest, turning around to exit towards his office, before stopping in his tracks.
“Take care of yourself, my fellow,” Belling said, looking over his shoulder. “I worry this won’t be the last crime commuted in this stage.”