[ Hector knows Yael's holding back, and when Yael shoves him back, a spark lights in his eyes. Is it frustration? Competitiveness? It's hard to tell, when it's quickly masked by a laugh.
He throws his head back a bit, partially to protect himself. But also, it is funny. ]
No I'm not, and you know it.
[ When he settles into a more neutral position again and looks up at Yael, he decides he doesn't want to look at him anymore. Because— ]
Take your present and get out of here. [ Another playful shove, another flash of a grin. ] Go celebrate for yourself, too.
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He throws his head back a bit, partially to protect himself. But also, it is funny. ]
No I'm not, and you know it.
[ When he settles into a more neutral position again and looks up at Yael, he decides he doesn't want to look at him anymore. Because— ]
Take your present and get out of here. [ Another playful shove, another flash of a grin. ] Go celebrate for yourself, too.