[And just like that, he spikes. Something in his countenance shifts, the quietness in his posture gets louder, his eyes narrow a little.
He wishes they hadn't fucking killed Max. It was so much easier not to feel like - well, like a prisoner when you had a guy made of energy backing you.
Harry purses his lips for a moment, then laughs. It's still quiet, low, far from the high pitched cackle that he knows can take over. He smiles, lips pulling back over his teeth, and he shakes his head.]
Okay.
[Another shake, then he rubs at one of the contusions along his neck.]
Thing is, no one can touch you as long as you're there. Last I checked...
[He whistles, dropping one hand down to smack against the other. He doesn't look away from her at all.]
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He wishes they hadn't fucking killed Max. It was so much easier not to feel like - well, like a prisoner when you had a guy made of energy backing you.
Harry purses his lips for a moment, then laughs. It's still quiet, low, far from the high pitched cackle that he knows can take over. He smiles, lips pulling back over his teeth, and he shakes his head.]
Okay.
[Another shake, then he rubs at one of the contusions along his neck.]
Thing is, no one can touch you as long as you're there. Last I checked...
[He whistles, dropping one hand down to smack against the other. He doesn't look away from her at all.]