[When Joaquin lets go he laughs, and really laughs. God, it's been a long time since he's felt this relaxed. Maybe the Russian threat is finally starting to slip away from his conscience, releasing the frightening hold it had on his daily life. He needed this, yes.
Sitting back, he takes a bunch of the little plastic balls into his arms and throws them up, letting them fall where they will.]
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Sitting back, he takes a bunch of the little plastic balls into his arms and throws them up, letting them fall where they will.]
What even is the point of this thing, anyway?