all men have their breaking points. seth's teetered at the edge of half a dozen in a week's time and managed to say , with a straight enough face , that he hadn't. didn't consider screaming. hadn't swung the once. but as good a liar as he was , that limit loomed. crept with skill enough that the crack of his neck and the roll of a shoulder only just distracted him enough not to notice @itgrcl . something he'd swear was impossible. tiffy didn't do subtle or lowkey and , maybe , his very brief moment of wide - eyed alarm would confess enough of what he'd dare not. a downed guard was a dangerous thing. he knew better.. forged anew the walls that'd ward her off with enough effort. with enough of a grimace and a ' shoo '.
" no. " a word to escort the gesture , it was dull. it was the kind of passive disinterest that would've put him past her , were it able. had she not taken root in the center of a narrow hall that felt , suddenly , so much smaller. " whatever this is ? not interested. " not as the glint of a shiny pink briefcase caught his eye.. surged a wave of less - than - pleasant memories of a time when the weight of a similar opportunity had his body sagging.
" y' mind ? " moving. scooting anywhere other than the mouth of an exit he was in desperate want of breaching. leave behind this arena. this weight of a world moving on without him. to spite him. " the get - up is real— " paused for a once over , lingering here.. raising an eyebrow there , " —cute , but i'm not in the mood. "
