[ Does he? The words feel a little empty even as he holds himself steady.
He doesn't flinch when York moves closer, doesn't blink when he starts shouting, when that anger starts to boil over and yes. There it is. He was waiting for it, in a sense, and now there's no flippant humor to dilute any of it. Just this faintly hollow, distant look as he stares back at him, jaw set. ]
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[ Does he? The words feel a little empty even as he holds himself steady.
He doesn't flinch when York moves closer, doesn't blink when he starts shouting, when that anger starts to boil over and yes. There it is. He was waiting for it, in a sense, and now there's no flippant humor to dilute any of it. Just this faintly hollow, distant look as he stares back at him, jaw set. ]