Perkins had a look that Igor found quite amusing, leaning on his chin and glancing upward, his mouth crooked, as if he were contemplating something.
"I'm telling you, can't you just summarize it properly? Why do you always go off on tangents without any logic?"
"I'm thinking." Perkins smiled at Igor, then resumed his previous demeanor.
Hustace was still holding his forehead, puzzled, because it was utterly torturous for him. He felt that his brother and Igor were kindred spirits, capable of chatting about anything and everything so joyfully.
It was quite strange that something that seemed like a scam in description, appearance, and thought process could keep these two engaged for so long, as if it were completely normal for them. Hustace simply couldn't understand; he held his forehead and wallowed in his own sorrow, leaving Igor and Perkins to continue their discussion.
