wanda presses the heel of her palm against her temple, feeling all too annoyed by the two of them and their choices and how they continue kicking and fighting with their words. nothing she can do will make a difference.
matt glances back, says the usual guy thing about having it worse, and immediately turns back to look at frank. she's tired.]
You leave first, Frank. [she is not expecting either of them to leave on their own merit, perhaps something about whoever walks away first is the weakest.] Before any other guards come. [pointedly, at matt, but without looking at him.] Matt can wait and cool down for a bit.
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wanda presses the heel of her palm against her temple, feeling all too annoyed by the two of them and their choices and how they continue kicking and fighting with their words. nothing she can do will make a difference.
matt glances back, says the usual guy thing about having it worse, and immediately turns back to look at frank. she's tired.]
You leave first, Frank. [she is not expecting either of them to leave on their own merit, perhaps something about whoever walks away first is the weakest.] Before any other guards come. [pointedly, at matt, but without looking at him.] Matt can wait and cool down for a bit.