[There's an impulse tugging at Jay Merrick. The impulse to say, face mashed into the floor: "You done? Is it over?"]
[He's pretty sure that impulse comes from the part of his brain that has stubbornly refused to acknowledge the life-threatening danger he's been in for the past several minutes. He's also pretty sure it's the same part of his brain producing feelings like relief and familiarity and, god forbid, fondness for that guy he hung out with a few times in college, which is more times than he can say for most of his classmates.]
[He urges that part of his brain to shut up, and shoves up against the dead weight on top of him, trying to roll Alex off.]
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[He's pretty sure that impulse comes from the part of his brain that has stubbornly refused to acknowledge the life-threatening danger he's been in for the past several minutes. He's also pretty sure it's the same part of his brain producing feelings like relief and familiarity and, god forbid, fondness for that guy he hung out with a few times in college, which is more times than he can say for most of his classmates.]
[He urges that part of his brain to shut up, and shoves up against the dead weight on top of him, trying to roll Alex off.]