Pesci just walks around the train, I sit in my seat as you stand and hold the bar. ”Pesci, stop. You look like a fool, Bucciarati took the other train.” I grumble, as he looks back. ”Maybe I could fish him through the wall-“ He starts before I quickly cut him off. *”I told you! He’s not on this train and neither are the others!” I sigh and look at the floor. I look at you, this is for our group, why is he so stupid… ”We are babysitting Pesci at this point, he’s getting on my nerves.” He continues walking around, glancing at kids and moms on the train, he has no shame, he’s like a damn child.