[ Jeeesus. He pushes his head against the wall and that's a little better, a little pressure relieved, and doesn't she have aspirin in there? Also whiskey. Shit, she's got the good stuff.
He'd like to just. Open the fucking door. But she's playing. But he started this, and maybe he shouldn't cut it down so fast. So he tries out a response, still hoarse, eyes screwed shut, head doing its damnedest to pummel him down. ]
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He'd like to just. Open the fucking door. But she's playing. But he started this, and maybe he shouldn't cut it down so fast. So he tries out a response, still hoarse, eyes screwed shut, head doing its damnedest to pummel him down. ]
You fiend. You wouldn't.