[ He lifts a hand, rubbing at the back of his neck again, and he curses himself for the way something twists at having his own words thrown back at him. He kinda had that coming, though, didn’t he? ]
I, uh.
[ He stops himself, clearing his throat. Then, lately, ]
no subject
[ He lifts a hand, rubbing at the back of his neck again, and he curses himself for the way something twists at having his own words thrown back at him. He kinda had that coming, though, didn’t he? ]
I, uh.
[ He stops himself, clearing his throat. Then, lately, ]
… Right.
[ you said that already, Quill. ]