( her words erect steel in his heart. they do shut a door. he feels aggravation at them rise; he feels the accusation. he feels the denial of them deep from his core, building into and mingling with his unceasing hurt and vexation: all he wants is to be left alone.
his huff is short, heavy, audible, and through his nose; his fingers re-grip and tighten into a fist around his paintbrush. he turns to face her then, looks at her level and in a pointed, thick silence, jaw tight and the look in his eyes challenging, as if to say: there. he's not shutting her out. is that what she wants? )
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his huff is short, heavy, audible, and through his nose; his fingers re-grip and tighten into a fist around his paintbrush. he turns to face her then, looks at her level and in a pointed, thick silence, jaw tight and the look in his eyes challenging, as if to say: there. he's not shutting her out. is that what she wants? )