"Yes you can, it's not-" And he jerks into action, pacing with sharp motions in their short lounge. "You don't get to just drop that on me with no explanation, John! Those were the most heinous fucking months of my life, it-- n-no. No."
He stops sharply, narrowly avoiding smacking his shin against the couch by sheer luck. "Not unless you tell me which fucking part."
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He stops sharply, narrowly avoiding smacking his shin against the couch by sheer luck. "Not unless you tell me which fucking part."