[It was a dumb question. Jean doesn't know how he's here either, so why should Marco? He'll try again. New words, same torrent of mangled anger, misplaced, behind it.]
Don't act like nothing happened! [His fingers curl tighter, holding everything he felt when he discovered the body (it hurts to much to think of it as his body), even as Marco tries to pull him off, hands solid, warm, alive. His anger is cracking, like ice across a lake, and the darker, colder stuff hiding beneath it begins to wash up, a subtle shift in expression.]
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Don't act like nothing happened! [His fingers curl tighter, holding everything he felt when he discovered the body (it hurts to much to think of it as his body), even as Marco tries to pull him off, hands solid, warm, alive. His anger is cracking, like ice across a lake, and the darker, colder stuff hiding beneath it begins to wash up, a subtle shift in expression.]