”—I mean, it might be. But I won’t hold it against you.” She didn’t have the willpower for that anyway. “It’s fine, seriously. Don’t — worry about it. Or try not to, at least …. in either case.”
"I promise I can pay you back.“
Llewyn pulls a crumpled piece of paper from his cardigan pocket, an old, chewed-on pen, and jots down an address.
"This is – you’ll find me here.” He leaves off, ’I don’t have a home,’ because it feels redundant after their exchange (he only needed two bucks). “I’ll pay you after I play.”
