[ that look on her face, directed at him, somehow makes him feel sicker than everything he'd read in those files. he wasn't expecting her to be thrilled, no, but this kind of reception -- that fear on her face... god, was that how he'd looked to her on their first meeting, after she'd spat those words out so carelessly and shoved him to the floor? he'd thought that was bad, but being on the other end of it is even worse. he feels his chest tighten, and he licks at his lips, struggling for words, for some kind of bandage to the wound he'd apparently ripped wide open. ]
Shit. [ he's swearing out loud now, looking a little panicked now, like he's catching it from her. he draws back out of her personal space immediately, almost tripping over his own feet, and he drops the file in his hand, papers scattering everywhere. ] Shit, J, I'm sorry, I didn't think --
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Shit. [ he's swearing out loud now, looking a little panicked now, like he's catching it from her. he draws back out of her personal space immediately, almost tripping over his own feet, and he drops the file in his hand, papers scattering everywhere. ] Shit, J, I'm sorry, I didn't think --