[ Huff and puff all he likes, the moment he allows her touch and even gives into her support to guide him onto the table, she ensures he has a steady seat and despite his adamant refusal, she's not convinced. The fluttering in her chest and the cold pit in her stomach war with her equilibrium, a violent tug-of-war that could set her to burst from the pressure buildup, setting aside her emotions and elation and the inevitable downfall and threat of tears to patch him up. Shed his layers and get him safe, Jack or no.
The man's anger is a smouldering fire and soon even the wisps of smoke thin out to nothing, running out of fuel to burn no matter how hot his fury— there's nothing to keep him going, and the fight is seeping out of him faster than his blood. For that she's thankful, and she wastes no time with this pseudo-compliance to drag the zipper of his coat down behind the arm across his stomach to tug apart at the ends, no shame in reaching into his space or his lap to do so. ]
You don't sound very convinced.
[ But she doesn't want to anger him when he's running out of energy. She doesn't insist, she doesn't harass; her only interest is in getting his coat off his free arm without jostling him overmuch, quick enough to make use of this downswing lest he try to fight once more. Before she focuses on it too terribly much and begins to fall apart herself. ]
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The man's anger is a smouldering fire and soon even the wisps of smoke thin out to nothing, running out of fuel to burn no matter how hot his fury— there's nothing to keep him going, and the fight is seeping out of him faster than his blood. For that she's thankful, and she wastes no time with this pseudo-compliance to drag the zipper of his coat down behind the arm across his stomach to tug apart at the ends, no shame in reaching into his space or his lap to do so. ]
You don't sound very convinced.
[ But she doesn't want to anger him when he's running out of energy. She doesn't insist, she doesn't harass; her only interest is in getting his coat off his free arm without jostling him overmuch, quick enough to make use of this downswing lest he try to fight once more. Before she focuses on it too terribly much and begins to fall apart herself. ]