And now his back is up again, posture going rigid, frustration set into every crease on his face as his eyes narrow on Washington.
"You don't know. Azucar might have told you what she saw but you don't know what it was to be one of those things. To see everything that you--"
No. Stop. Reign in it, he's not discussing this. But the more he tries to drag it back in, the tighter his posture goes, his fingers curling into fists at his sides.
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And now his back is up again, posture going rigid, frustration set into every crease on his face as his eyes narrow on Washington.
"You don't know. Azucar might have told you what she saw but you don't know what it was to be one of those things. To see everything that you--"
No. Stop. Reign in it, he's not discussing this. But the more he tries to drag it back in, the tighter his posture goes, his fingers curling into fists at his sides.