Kane, do you ever miss the relationship you had with your former tag team partner X-Pac?
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He tenses.
Visibly.
“My… Relationship.” He bites out each word like an acidic growl. His hands are clenched in white-knuckled fists. “My relationship.” His shoulders are hunched, just slightly. The plastic of the table is melting where his skin makes contact. “With him.” He takes a deep, rasping, unsteady breath.
Then hurls the table across the room. The chair is kicked in the opposite direction with a clatter. Kane paces a few strides away, then pivots sharply. The slamming of the door is accompanied by a telltale woosh and a few starving tongues of flame clawing through the cracks underneath.
… Oh.
Oh dear.
That might be a no.
(Or a very angry yes. Either way, it’s probably best not to talk to Kane, look at Kane, or be in the same room as Kane at the moment.)
