[ Normally, it would be okay, that heat; he could brush it aside, do it how he's learnt to do it between controlled breathing and dunamis. But tonight he doesn't trust himself in that ability, and so he eventually stands from the couch onto his feet, flexing his fingers before shoving them away into his pockets.
He exhales, and moves away by a few steps. ] What did you say to her?
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He exhales, and moves away by a few steps. ] What did you say to her?