[Harry lands a solid blow or two before Jo can retaliate, kicking back against his stomach and forcing him back before grabbing her flask and dousing his face with water.
Water that does nothing but clean some of the blood away. He blinks against it and spits out the droplets that had gotten into his mouth, wiping some of the diluted blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
No. This isn't Tom. Tommy isn't home right now. He hasn't been for a long time. And he's about to say that when she calls his name.
His name.
He feels secure in this situation, too. No one knows they're out there. They're hidden, and he has business with Jo. He feel secure in his strength over her, in his ability to put her down, but not before he makes her suffer. Something slow. A lesson.
It's not really his style, but who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
His grimace twists back into a closed sneer. That's right. Harry. He's Harry.]
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Water that does nothing but clean some of the blood away. He blinks against it and spits out the droplets that had gotten into his mouth, wiping some of the diluted blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
No. This isn't Tom. Tommy isn't home right now. He hasn't been for a long time. And he's about to say that when she calls his name.
His name.
He feels secure in this situation, too. No one knows they're out there. They're hidden, and he has business with Jo. He feel secure in his strength over her, in his ability to put her down, but not before he makes her suffer. Something slow. A lesson.
It's not really his style, but who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
His grimace twists back into a closed sneer. That's right. Harry. He's Harry.]
Yes, dear?