[The response is nothing less than what he'd expect. It doesn't change anything about his feelings or his expression—or rather, the idea of the rejection isn't what brings an edge to his voice.]
You thought I was asking...?
[His hand curls around theirs, tighter as he tips his head, forcing himself into their view even as they turn to look elsewhere. There's a gleam in his eye of something wild waiting to be released, even though his words remain even.]
I don't give a damn... what you think you can't do.
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You thought I was asking...?
[His hand curls around theirs, tighter as he tips his head, forcing himself into their view even as they turn to look elsewhere. There's a gleam in his eye of something wild waiting to be released, even though his words remain even.]
I don't give a damn... what you think you can't do.