Jiang is getting to his feet, trying to think of something placating to say, and Proko is tripping over himself, and it all makes noise, but Kavinsky's drawl cuts through: "Hey. Hey. Jesus Christ, sit down."
Somehow, in the mix of it all, Jiang finds Proko's hand. It's still mostly dark, but he can see the sharp lines of Kavinsky's face. How long had he been sitting back there by the computer?
Boldly, Jiang snarls, "You get off watching, motherfucker?"
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Date: 2017-04-20 06:49 am (UTC)Somehow, in the mix of it all, Jiang finds Proko's hand. It's still mostly dark, but he can see the sharp lines of Kavinsky's face. How long had he been sitting back there by the computer?
Boldly, Jiang snarls, "You get off watching, motherfucker?"