[ he flinches at the touch, jerking back and away as best he can once he's able to.
he doesn't know what fresh hell this is supposed to be. the clock he can guess at. something new to drive home how long he's been in here, nothing to do but watch the time ticking away. whatever is under his cuff- maybe something to rub his wrists even rawer than they already are?
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he doesn't know what fresh hell this is supposed to be. the clock he can guess at. something new to drive home how long he's been in here, nothing to do but watch the time ticking away. whatever is under his cuff- maybe something to rub his wrists even rawer than they already are?
he shivers. ]
Wh... [ he swallows tight. ] What happy hour?