[And he doesn't so much as trip over his words when Steak hits him, because there's no breath in him for the impact to rob him of. He steps hard on Steak's foot, kicks at his shin, shoves him away and wrenches out of his grip, walking to the other side of the room with his ears pricked up and his hands firmly clasped together at chest height.
Maybe he doesn't know why. Maybe he's just giving Steak too much credit.]
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[And he doesn't so much as trip over his words when Steak hits him, because there's no breath in him for the impact to rob him of. He steps hard on Steak's foot, kicks at his shin, shoves him away and wrenches out of his grip, walking to the other side of the room with his ears pricked up and his hands firmly clasped together at chest height.
Maybe he doesn't know why. Maybe he's just giving Steak too much credit.]
It isn't over, and it's never going to be over.