( Fingers tangling together, he
     stares at them, a determined
     look on his face as if he’s
     going to say something
     really, really important. )

   ( Exhaling a deep breath, 
    Scott straightens up in
    his chair. Wearily
    glancing the other’s way. )

                ❝I want tacos.❞

+yep  +that's the first open  +I'm lazy  +( open. )