[ And that's what breaks him, that grip to his shoulder. All the internalized muscle-spasm twitching starts snaking out of his throat in hisses through his teeth. If it wasn't already visible, the little seismic jerks that happen underneath Nate's hand give it away regardless.
When he manages to find his voice, or he thinks he does enough that he won't let out a proper laugh, he shakes loose a belligerent: ]
No. This is-
[ A sound escapes anyway, he clears his throat to chase it out. ]
no subject
When he manages to find his voice, or he thinks he does enough that he won't let out a proper laugh, he shakes loose a belligerent: ]
No. This is-
[ A sound escapes anyway, he clears his throat to chase it out. ]
This is classic comedy for Minnesota.
[ Wait, fuck-- ]
Wisconsin.