[ That certainty again, when he's sure of so little else. He turns himself to face her, leaning against his crutch. ]
People get sick of each other. They grate on each other's nerves till they can't stand the sight of one another. Turns everything into a goddamn war zone 'fore you know what hits you.
[ He waves his free hand toward the house, the damaged muscle of his bicep twinging in warning as he does so. ]
Earlier today was just a taste of that bullshit about to come. You can't tell me you want more of that.
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[ That certainty again, when he's sure of so little else. He turns himself to face her, leaning against his crutch. ]
People get sick of each other. They grate on each other's nerves till they can't stand the sight of one another. Turns everything into a goddamn war zone 'fore you know what hits you.
[ He waves his free hand toward the house, the damaged muscle of his bicep twinging in warning as he does so. ]
Earlier today was just a taste of that bullshit about to come. You can't tell me you want more of that.