[He turns to continue down the hallway, rubbing at his palm with the fingers of his opposite hand, watching the blood flake off. It's a stall tactic. He makes it as far as the elevator, punching the button with his elbow, and then glares across at Chris again.
Irrational is more appropriate, he thinks, than calm. So he does that.]
Don't do me any favors. All I need is a sink and I'll go somewhere you don't have to look at me anymore. [The blood is on his hands and face, some of it on his hoodie; peel the one off, wash the others, he can look like nothing ever happened except for Mal's contributions.]
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[He turns to continue down the hallway, rubbing at his palm with the fingers of his opposite hand, watching the blood flake off. It's a stall tactic. He makes it as far as the elevator, punching the button with his elbow, and then glares across at Chris again.
Irrational is more appropriate, he thinks, than calm. So he does that.]
Don't do me any favors. All I need is a sink and I'll go somewhere you don't have to look at me anymore. [The blood is on his hands and face, some of it on his hoodie; peel the one off, wash the others, he can look like nothing ever happened except for Mal's contributions.]