[ The defensiveness that had ebbed into his voice lingers as she lets that very rightly deserved pause hang in the air. It wouldn't be the first time he's been punched for being the very thing she's calling him. Most of the time he deserves it and he doesn't even need all of his memories back to know that with certainty. As she begins to advance he tenses.
That tension isn't even that of a god waiting to pounce. It's that of a sibling bracing themselves for what's to come whether that be a punch or a verbal lecture. And like any sibling would there may be a hint of dramaticism to his otherwise even tone that only a someone close like her would be able to sift through. ]
I know. Just like I know that I'm about to get another lecture.
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That tension isn't even that of a god waiting to pounce. It's that of a sibling bracing themselves for what's to come whether that be a punch or a verbal lecture. And like any sibling would there may be a hint of dramaticism to his otherwise even tone that only a someone close like her would be able to sift through. ]
I know. Just like I know that I'm about to get another lecture.