It screams in his veins, reverberates in his chest, and there's no doubt there's some kind of... emotional recoil for it that's mostly frustration or anger or something more desperate than both.
"You don't get it... nobody ever fucking gets it," he laughs, humorless and self-deprecating. "You were supposed to." he pushes against Mark's shoulders, not all that roughly but enough to make him sway a little. "You were supposed to, but you felt it then and you're feeling it now and you still. don't. get it."
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It screams in his veins, reverberates in his chest, and there's no doubt there's some kind of... emotional recoil for it that's mostly frustration or anger or something more desperate than both.
"You don't get it... nobody ever fucking gets it," he laughs, humorless and self-deprecating. "You were supposed to." he pushes against Mark's shoulders, not all that roughly but enough to make him sway a little. "You were supposed to, but you felt it then and you're feeling it now and you still. don't. get it."