I don't let go of his hand, not when it actually seems to be holding him in place, if not physically. I'm not a fool— I know that he could break out of the hold in any number of ways. The strength of his arm is indicative of that much, and when combined with his speed, the reinforcement of my glove alone isn't going to do anything. But that's not what I'm after. Because there are certain types of people you don't win against with intimidation, and in his eyes, I see that about him. Defiance, and a will tempered by any number of things that might have happened in his life. All I need is an audience.
That's what happens when you grasp at straws.
"Don't let it," I reply, releasing my grip, dropping his arm with a hint of force. In case Jason's around, in case he's watching, I lower my voice so that even the nearest shadows would have a hard time feeling out the words. "And don't you assume that you understand all of what's happened to him."
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Date: 2011-11-17 11:06 am (UTC)That's what happens when you grasp at straws.
"Don't let it," I reply, releasing my grip, dropping his arm with a hint of force. In case Jason's around, in case he's watching, I lower my voice so that even the nearest shadows would have a hard time feeling out the words. "And don't you assume that you understand all of what's happened to him."