[His mind keeps grasping at comparisons: Angela, for that stubborn look, for the way she's rejecting what he's saying. He's starkly reminded, all of a sudden, that he's known so few women in his life who he's had a connection with. His dead wife, his dead girlfriend, Nucky's wife, maybe-- dead, as well.
His mother.
He shakes his head minutely, tightens his hand on the railing once more.]
You're right. You don't have to like it. [he seems to consider something, then jerks his chin up in an inquisitive gesture] What'd you mean, that you're stronger?
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His mother.
He shakes his head minutely, tightens his hand on the railing once more.]
You're right. You don't have to like it. [he seems to consider something, then jerks his chin up in an inquisitive gesture] What'd you mean, that you're stronger?