[Oh, good. When the hell was she gonna mention this, huh? When it was convenient? The hot rush of frustration swells on his tongue, a snapped-out, contrarian drag of sarcasm that would forcibly eject her from the conversation and render this entire thing moot.
Stop.
Breathe.
Close his eyes, concentrate. Fight back the prickling nausea and terror raking like fingernails beneath his skin.]
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Stop.
Breathe.
Close his eyes, concentrate. Fight back the prickling nausea and terror raking like fingernails beneath his skin.]
What else did Alex tell you