[He drops his hand when George speaks, as though reminded of his presence, but doesn't look over at him. He's suddenly aware of the fact that this is just one portrait out of many, loads of people whose names he doesn't know, who are also lost to others in the City - if there's anyone left to miss them. There's an entire building dedicated to them, for crying out loud, and this - he can't say how or why, but this matters to him, is something he should've realized much sooner.
He nods, even if he'd said otherwise just a few minutes ago, but does it matter? George knows the answer regardless.]
action;
He nods, even if he'd said otherwise just a few minutes ago, but does it matter? George knows the answer regardless.]
Rubbish city, this.