That's not happening again. [Quick and sharp, a whip-crack of a statement. Never. Not a chance. He's broken too many necks to involve his hands in that way again, safe word or no.]
But fine. A word and some kinda hand gesture. You sound like you get all this, you tell me what it should be.
[Yeah, he's definitely noticing that, and it makes him feel as dizzy and confused as he usually does with Petre. But he just gets his laces tied, stands up and nods.]
Yeah. We'll talk about it.
[He's got no idea what else to say, so he leave on that note.]
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[He tilts his head, a not-smile on his lips. Cole won't understand, will he. Maybe just another thing to explain.
Not that he doesn't notice the blood. He could just lean in and drink it all up again. But he won't.]
We need something else, too. Can't say much while you're choking me, can I.
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But fine. A word and some kinda hand gesture. You sound like you get all this, you tell me what it should be.
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[Don't you love it, how he made you stay and now he's shooing you off.]
You need to calm down. Get that thing treated. We've got time.
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Yeah. We'll talk about it.
[He's got no idea what else to say, so he leave on that note.]