[Byerly you are the most difficult, impossible bastard. Prior can't quite breathe and his head's not even under the water. Jesus.]
Well no wonder you're so goddamn afraid. All right. Fine. I'll take yours. I'll just... I'll take yours.
[If no one's going to make this easy, lets make it harder. Prior slips under the water like a fish escaping the catch, a spray going up before he resurfaces, splashing and gasping lungfuls of whatever counts for air. His hair's slick to his forehead and the water's like a cold slap but after that it feels like he needed one.
And both his hands take both Byerly's, under the water. Present and real and here, wherever the hell that happens to be. And he can't help it, sue him.]
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Well no wonder you're so goddamn afraid. All right. Fine. I'll take yours. I'll just... I'll take yours.
[If no one's going to make this easy, lets make it harder. Prior slips under the water like a fish escaping the catch, a spray going up before he resurfaces, splashing and gasping lungfuls of whatever counts for air. His hair's slick to his forehead and the water's like a cold slap but after that it feels like he needed one.
And both his hands take both Byerly's, under the water. Present and real and here, wherever the hell that happens to be. And he can't help it, sue him.]
Do you?