Grady knows Wrench's limits almost as well as he does his own. Knows, without looking to confirm it, when the eyebrow raise of a stranger will send the big guy crashing over the table to demand retribution. Knows the signs of him pushing himself too far or too hard, when it's time to put out a hand and stop him or lift it off his shoulder and let him go, like sending a hawk out from a wrist. He knows all too well how hard he can go arguing with him before he'll earn a cuff or, worse, the taller man turning away so he can't see the apologies tripped out off the end of his fingertips.
This, now, though? This surprises him, without enough context to explain it, a seemingly undeserved surge of emotion and sudden scrabbling for the contents of the jar that sends him backing up against the wall, because if he doesn't understand the why he's certainly smart enough to get the what.
"Hey, now, wait -- " is about as much as he can get out in the space of time bracketed by Wrench rounding the counter and grabbing him. Wrench isn't gentle about it. Blueberries end up smashed against Grady's mouth, his nose and his chin. Pushed up against the wall and pinned by Wrench's leaning weight, he's still not about to just take this bizarre punishment in silence. He grabs at Wrench's wrist, batters his chest and shoulders with his fists, squirming and kicking, some of the blueberries ending up inside his mouth more due to the fact that he's trying to accuse Wrench of having lost his mind than because he actually wants to eat them.
Then it's either swallow or choke, so he does the former and immediately the static feeling is gone, but not the partner still pushing his hand up against his mouth. Grady pushes him, hard, earning himself his freedom at the cost of his dignity as he almost slides down the wall.
"What the FUCK!" He yells, wiping his mouth with a shaking and much more solid hand, his shoulders heaving. He spits bits of blueberry onto the floor, then gathers himself enough to surge forward again, grabbing two handfuls of Wrench's goddamn fringed jacket and whatever else he can reach to shove him back again. "What the fuck was that!"
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This, now, though? This surprises him, without enough context to explain it, a seemingly undeserved surge of emotion and sudden scrabbling for the contents of the jar that sends him backing up against the wall, because if he doesn't understand the why he's certainly smart enough to get the what.
"Hey, now, wait -- " is about as much as he can get out in the space of time bracketed by Wrench rounding the counter and grabbing him. Wrench isn't gentle about it. Blueberries end up smashed against Grady's mouth, his nose and his chin. Pushed up against the wall and pinned by Wrench's leaning weight, he's still not about to just take this bizarre punishment in silence. He grabs at Wrench's wrist, batters his chest and shoulders with his fists, squirming and kicking, some of the blueberries ending up inside his mouth more due to the fact that he's trying to accuse Wrench of having lost his mind than because he actually wants to eat them.
Then it's either swallow or choke, so he does the former and immediately the static feeling is gone, but not the partner still pushing his hand up against his mouth. Grady pushes him, hard, earning himself his freedom at the cost of his dignity as he almost slides down the wall.
"What the FUCK!" He yells, wiping his mouth with a shaking and much more solid hand, his shoulders heaving. He spits bits of blueberry onto the floor, then gathers himself enough to surge forward again, grabbing two handfuls of Wrench's goddamn fringed jacket and whatever else he can reach to shove him back again. "What the fuck was that!"