[There's a tired tension in his voice when he speaks,]
Don't even start. Whatever you dish out, I can take.
[He drags a hand through his hair and lets the pads of his fingers fall and curl slightly against the back of his neck. He's going to be sore tomorrow, and the muscles there only confirm his suspicions.
Well, this is a hell of a first day in paradise. 'Death, dreaming'. Whatever.]
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Don't even start. Whatever you dish out, I can take.
[He drags a hand through his hair and lets the pads of his fingers fall and curl slightly against the back of his neck. He's going to be sore tomorrow, and the muscles there only confirm his suspicions.
Well, this is a hell of a first day in paradise. 'Death, dreaming'. Whatever.]