[He doesn't understand. Doppio really, truly does not understand.]
... You called?
[Here he was, just minutes ago, fearing that he would miss the Boss, and it turns out he already has. Has he ever been so out of it that even a call couldn't wake him up?... Come to think of it, he has no way of knowing the answer to that question, does he? He just assumes that can't be the case, because the Boss has never mentioned having trouble reaching him, to the best of his memory.
... And granted, the best of his memory isn't much. Doppio knows that. But even he wouldn't forget something like this, would he?
His eyes are wide and lost, and it's getting harder and harder to pretend he can't just turn a little more and see the Boss's face right there.]
I... I'm sorry, Boss. I don't...
[What is he supposed to say? The Boss can be wrong sometimes, yes. But to be wrong about something of this magnitude?]
... I-I'm not sure what day that was. But I don't... That couldn't have been me. That wasn't me, Boss. I-I'd never--
[The more he thinks about it, the more he feels as if ice is compressing his ribcage. The mere thought that he could have done this, that he could have... tore him "into pieces" - that he harmed him so severely that he made that post...
Amidst his mounting panic, Doppio winces. For a moment, he gets the impression someone just jabbed an icepick through his skull.]
*men
... You called?
[Here he was, just minutes ago, fearing that he would miss the Boss, and it turns out he already has. Has he ever been so out of it that even a call couldn't wake him up?... Come to think of it, he has no way of knowing the answer to that question, does he? He just assumes that can't be the case, because the Boss has never mentioned having trouble reaching him, to the best of his memory.
... And granted, the best of his memory isn't much. Doppio knows that. But even he wouldn't forget something like this, would he?
His eyes are wide and lost, and it's getting harder and harder to pretend he can't just turn a little more and see the Boss's face right there.]
I... I'm sorry, Boss. I don't...
[What is he supposed to say? The Boss can be wrong sometimes, yes. But to be wrong about something of this magnitude?]
... I-I'm not sure what day that was. But I don't... That couldn't have been me. That wasn't me, Boss. I-I'd never--
[The more he thinks about it, the more he feels as if ice is compressing his ribcage. The mere thought that he could have done this, that he could have... tore him "into pieces" - that he harmed him so severely that he made that post...
Amidst his mounting panic, Doppio winces. For a moment, he gets the impression someone just jabbed an icepick through his skull.]