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[barricade_poet]

 Excuse me! You dropped your wallet!

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[numbers_r_better_n_people]

Eh? Oh... Sorry, thank you. Thanks very much, sir. I mean-- I would lose my bloody head if it weren't screwed on, you know what I mean...? [And then, after checking the wallet to ensure that there was nothing missing-- no, cards are all there, and so is the little amount of cash he carries to pay for cab and train fares. He takes a five-pound note out of the fold of the wallet, and offers it out to the young man who saved his financial hide.] Please, take it. I owe you for not stealing the whole kit and caboodle when it fell...

[barricade_poet]

[He smiles]

Don't worry about it - I know how awful it feels to lose-

[When the stranger goes to hand him money, Jehan immediately holds up his hands in protest]

Oh, no - it's okay, really. I was just doing what anyone else would. Or at least, I like to think so, anyway

[numbers_r_better_n_people]

Oh, no, I insist, really!

[And Tommy, not being the most-- socially aware person out on the streets these days, shoves the note into the other man's hand, and closes his own fist around it, in order to ensure that the money doesn't drop again. As he does this, he winces a little bit, clearly uncomfortable with any human-to-human contact.]

So-sorry, sir... I just--. I really want you to know that your actions are appreciated, at least. I mean--. I do not think that yours would be a very common act at all, especially in the city here...

[barricade_poet]

..Are you sure? I mean, you really needn't worry

[He's a little surprised at the insistence, but decides not to argue it any further]

I don't know - I think people don't get enough credit. They're not all terrible, not really