[He just. He holds the tickets in front of Judas's face. As a physical object, the paper, electricity, and ink is nothing. Not even the design is much.
But Dorian's smile widens as Judas shuts down.]
We'll fly there tomorrow. I'm thinking we ought to stay at least the weekend.
[....Fly there. It isn't on tour. A whole weekend, at least. No doubt in a fancy hotel in an expensive part of town. He could weep. As it stands, he looks utterly destroyed.]
.....You need to return them. To the theatre. [They'll give it to some underprivileged kids probably!!]
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But Dorian's smile widens as Judas shuts down.]
We'll fly there tomorrow. I'm thinking we ought to stay at least the weekend.
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.....You need to return them. To the theatre. [They'll give it to some underprivileged kids probably!!]
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[Sorry, Judas. Dorian goes to the closet and fetches two suitcases. YEAH HE PACKED ALREADY! He shoves one at Judas.] It's all prepared.