[He doesn't calm down, but Chris just ignores him. Is not threatened, which a part of Slevin's thoughts registers, the prideful part of him says he needs to rectify, but it's not the part that is, apparently, in control right now.
He grinds his teeth together, voice still tight and now harsh with the bruise already formed and still darkening.]
I don't want to talk about it here. Maybe it wasn't a mistake after all.
[It's a hiss of a statement, petulant and spiteful. He is meant to still be angry, so he is.]
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He grinds his teeth together, voice still tight and now harsh with the bruise already formed and still darkening.]
I don't want to talk about it here. Maybe it wasn't a mistake after all.
[It's a hiss of a statement, petulant and spiteful. He is meant to still be angry, so he is.]