"That is a difference in opinion," Rush responds tightly. "I am perfectly fucking normal."
Fuck, he's better at lying than this. His breathing is erratic. His breathing is erratic. Rush isn't even sure if he has a 'normal', a baseline. He's lived so long without one.
He has to move. So he paces, tight and controlled, and gives his heartrate and breathing adequate reasons to be erratic. Perfectly normal. He is tired. He is fine.
"You're not," snaps Nathaira. "You're not even doing a slightly good job at hiding it."
"I did not ask." The headache he didn't realize he had is getting unbearable. Now both hands go to his temples, applying pressure, he must restore his breathing.
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Fuck, he's better at lying than this. His breathing is erratic. His breathing is erratic. Rush isn't even sure if he has a 'normal', a baseline. He's lived so long without one.
He has to move. So he paces, tight and controlled, and gives his heartrate and breathing adequate reasons to be erratic. Perfectly normal. He is tired. He is fine.
"You're not," snaps Nathaira. "You're not even doing a slightly good job at hiding it."
"I did not ask." The headache he didn't realize he had is getting unbearable. Now both hands go to his temples, applying pressure, he must restore his breathing.