[He doesn't even get the word out before 'Sam' clocks him in the face and he staggers back with the taste of blood in his mouth. But if a single punch were enough to take him down, he'd have been dead years ago.
Nate staggers back, trying to get to a point where he can put furniture or something between them. Black eyes, sudden and inexplicable aggression—it's not really his brother, he knows that, but goddamn if it doesn't feel almost like it is. Fighting back's not his preferred way out of this.]
C'mon, man, what's that for? Got that out of your system now?
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[He doesn't even get the word out before 'Sam' clocks him in the face and he staggers back with the taste of blood in his mouth. But if a single punch were enough to take him down, he'd have been dead years ago.
Nate staggers back, trying to get to a point where he can put furniture or something between them. Black eyes, sudden and inexplicable aggression—it's not really his brother, he knows that, but goddamn if it doesn't feel almost like it is. Fighting back's not his preferred way out of this.]
C'mon, man, what's that for? Got that out of your system now?