Cirino is sitting on the stairs at two in the morning with his shoes off and a cigarette he has not lit, and he shifts over without being asked.
"Before you say anything."
He holds the unlit cigarette up like evidence.
"I know what my brother said in the library. He was wrong, and he knows it, and he will not say so for another week."
He puts it away.
"Sit down. Tell me what you actually want, and I will not repeat it."