{ This isn't a new predicament that Henry finds himself in, being only a means to two sort of ends. But for some reason, it hurts today. Sentiment is the enemy. It stings more than any of the blows delivered unto his person and he mimics the look. Teeth bared, grinding his molars as he wishes to hell and back that he could simply do either of those things. It'd be so much easier.
He could punch him again, he could rip into him until everything goes hollow. It's just too bad he can't stand the idea of doing any of that to him right now. Especially the latter. Maybe it's the unwinding buzz, the nasty comedown and hangover that threatens to happen. }
Why? { He hisses it out. Grabbing Gabe by the collar again, he shakes him. Whether that triggers Gabe into motion is a risk he's always going to take. For better or for worse. } Why not? I can be plenty more useful, you bloody fool.
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He could punch him again, he could rip into him until everything goes hollow. It's just too bad he can't stand the idea of doing any of that to him right now. Especially the latter. Maybe it's the unwinding buzz, the nasty comedown and hangover that threatens to happen. }
Why? { He hisses it out. Grabbing Gabe by the collar again, he shakes him. Whether that triggers Gabe into motion is a risk he's always going to take. For better or for worse. } Why not? I can be plenty more useful, you bloody fool.