[Steve is not dressed nearly as well as Sam. Just a jacket tossed over a button down, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He's familiar with the game, of course. Even back in the forties it was still in most bars and pool halls. So he knows the game. That said, he's never been particularly good at it, so he stops, watching Sam as he plays.]
You're good.
[He offers it as an easy compliment that comes with the knowledge that if Steve were to play there's a better than nothing chance he might miss the board entirely.]
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You're good.
[He offers it as an easy compliment that comes with the knowledge that if Steve were to play there's a better than nothing chance he might miss the board entirely.]