The room doesn’t go quiet—it goes dead silent. Then the whispering starts.
Flaco stands up. D-Ray stands with him. FLACO > Yo, Cain. That seat taken? Cain takes a bite of his mashed potatoes. Chews. Swallows. CAIN > It is now. Flaco looks to Corrigan. Corrigan gives a tiny shake of his head. Not here. Not yet.
Corrigan watches. He’s no longer smiling.
ANGEL is shoved through. He’s small, baby-faced. His orange jumpsuit is two sizes too big. He’s crying—not sobbing, but silent tears streaming down his face.