[ Byerly's face immediately hardens. Tension comes into him, all the softness of the moment before disappearing in an instant. He knows exactly who this is. He can guess the circumstances, too - there's no mistaking the way he looks at Prior, like he's looking on something untouchable. There's no mistaking Prior's fear, either.
This piece of shit.
By stalks forward. He doesn't touch Louis; he just circles around him, jaw set, eyes hard. Very ready to detest him. ]
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This piece of shit.
By stalks forward. He doesn't touch Louis; he just circles around him, jaw set, eyes hard. Very ready to detest him. ]