He pauses. His fists have clenched, and with it has gone the flower he'd been so cautiously handling, crushed into nothing but scent and fiber, mangled in his touch. It disappears quickly, its use spent.
He falls still. Furious. Furious. Furious.
All he'll be good for is--]
...
Fine. [Practically ground out with how tight his jaw sets.] Go. Go, before I make you go.
no subject
Why?
Wh--
[Ah.
He pauses. His fists have clenched, and with it has gone the flower he'd been so cautiously handling, crushed into nothing but scent and fiber, mangled in his touch. It disappears quickly, its use spent.
He falls still. Furious. Furious. Furious.
All he'll be good for is--]
...
Fine. [Practically ground out with how tight his jaw sets.] Go. Go, before I make you go.