[ He doesn't relax—if anything, the innocent guise sets William more on edge. Nobody surrenders to him. He just doesn't expect it to go this way: a rush of air, the other man whipping past in one sharp, decisive motion. ] Hey. [ His voice leaps and William lunges after Hickey, fingers brushing but not closing on his coat. He stumbles, feels the misstep shudder through his leg, his foot coming down hard on the wood floor.
By the time he's regained his balance the doll's in Hickey's hands. Her blonde hair. Her shirt—he registers the impossibly small buttons. He doesn't think about shoulds. William aims a kick at Hickey's legs, the full force of his desperation behind it. His breath comes in a gasp. ] Leave—put it down.
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By the time he's regained his balance the doll's in Hickey's hands. Her blonde hair. Her shirt—he registers the impossibly small buttons. He doesn't think about shoulds. William aims a kick at Hickey's legs, the full force of his desperation behind it. His breath comes in a gasp. ] Leave—put it down.