[ here's the thing: sleep deprivation makes idle whims seem like fantastic ideas-- and neal's not full up on self-control as it is, so two weeks of barely any sleep just raises great idea to best idea on his personal scale.
as such he's leaning against the wall behind his bed, pupils slightly blown. what is an intro he can't even. ]
Not we, my dear, you. I'm leaving you here.
You're what? Rhett, where are you going?
I'm going, my dear, to join the army.
[ his posture changes between; other than a few flat vowels slipping in as rhett, pushing for the accent seems a little too much and posture is good enough to convey the suggestion of gender, if you're careful. ]
Oh, you're joking. I could kill you for scaring me so.
I'm very serious, Scarlett. I'm going to join up with our brave lads in gray.
But they're running away.
Oh, no, they'll turn and make a last stand, if I know anything about them. And when they do, I'll be with them. I'm a little late, but better late than--
[ it's tricky to overlap your own voice, and his grimaces a little and shrugs as if apologizing for the lack of actual interruption in the scene. ( sleep deprivation or pretentiousness: the world may never know. ) ]
Rhett, you must be joking.
Selfish to the end, aren't you? Thinking of your own precious hide with never a thought for the noble cause. [ he yawns widely, skipping scarlett's line in the process. ] Why? Maybe it's because I've always had a weakness for lost causes, once they're really lost. Or maybe, maybe I'm ashamed of myself. Who knows?
[ he pauses, body language returning abruptly to his usual. ] I missed something, there. Anyway-- [ and back to the show. ]
You should die of shame to leave me here alone and helpless.
You, helpless? Heaven help the Yankees if they capture you. Now climb down here. I want to say goodbye.
[ that makes him pause, one that extends out into another jaw-cracking yawn and neal slumps down even more, almost prone now. ]
There's more, but it's really better with someone else.
[ and he's out. ]