[will scoots back more when she crouches down, up until his back hits the wall, one arm going up with a practiced, instinctive urge to protect his face. but she doesn't hurt him.
right. right, she said she wouldn't. it wouldn't have been the first time will was promised one thing and got another, though.
still, he slowly lowers his arm, looking between her hand and her face a couple times before slowly taking it. his own is very small and very cold.]
...you punch really good. [he sort of feels sorry for the wall now.]
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right. right, she said she wouldn't. it wouldn't have been the first time will was promised one thing and got another, though.
still, he slowly lowers his arm, looking between her hand and her face a couple times before slowly taking it. his own is very small and very cold.]
...you punch really good. [he sort of feels sorry for the wall now.]