[He puts his hand over his eyes, running it down his face, feeling the sweat on it grow cold. The yelling behind him is dying down and his mind puts everything together, and he grits his teeth behind his hand.
When he pulls it away there's a trembling half smile on his face, his own defense mechanism.]
Please forgive me for stepping out of line.
[All he wants is to leave right now, but his eyes flicker to Jezebel's wrist, checking it for bruises, and he finally realizes just how pale the other man looks.
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[He puts his hand over his eyes, running it down his face, feeling the sweat on it grow cold. The yelling behind him is dying down and his mind puts everything together, and he grits his teeth behind his hand.
When he pulls it away there's a trembling half smile on his face, his own defense mechanism.]
Please forgive me for stepping out of line.
[All he wants is to leave right now, but his eyes flicker to Jezebel's wrist, checking it for bruises, and he finally realizes just how pale the other man looks.
Was that because of me?]