the betrayal that arrives only as a silence
I notice he doesnt' bitch even a little, normally Poor Tony keeps up this usal wine yrstruly learned how to not notice, but when he doesnt' wine now that were' jonesing and the skeets' right there I notice hes' cusually looking like every place but at the skeet which is unusal
Context
The one true message in the whole night is never spoken: yrstruly reads Poor Tony's foreknowledge of the poisoned dope entirely from an absence, the missing complaint, the eyes aimed anywhere but at the drugs. Where speech is all lies and transaction, the truth can only be transmitted by what is withheld, and the sole real act of communication in the scene is one man decoding another's guilt from a silence he has spent years training himself not to hear.