[There is something really wrong and Jonathan is starting to think it's his fault. That smile looks calm but seeing it snap into place, for lack of a better description... the way she just flickered right back to her usual sunny self after that moment of the way she'd spoken at the trial -
and son of a gun, that punch actually hurt.
He's running on bleak stubbornness and caffeine, there is no poker face here. That left when the pallor and eye circles moved in about a day ago. He doesn't look wary so much as a very childlike mix of worried and afraid.]
Angela, did I do something - are you mad at me? It's... I understand that, but....
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and son of a gun, that punch actually hurt.
He's running on bleak stubbornness and caffeine, there is no poker face here. That left when the pallor and eye circles moved in about a day ago. He doesn't look wary so much as a very childlike mix of worried and afraid.]
Angela, did I do something - are you mad at me? It's... I understand that, but....