[ he doesn't. he doesn't take it, though he might've on another day. another day, his stance might at least have changed, or his approach softened. today is not another day. today sits squarely in the aftermath of the days that came before, and one wry stab at pushing him back won't sway him now.
Prior continues on toward him and John doesn't move again. his ground is stood and his chin tilts up in a near-match of Prior's display - slow, though. waiting. come on, then. you try me, Prior Walter. you just fucking try. ]
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Prior continues on toward him and John doesn't move again. his ground is stood and his chin tilts up in a near-match of Prior's display - slow, though. waiting. come on, then. you try me, Prior Walter. you just fucking try. ]
I don't care. Those things can wait.