[ despite the anger that feels like it's flooding his whole body — at evan, at himself, at this absurd fucking situation — something about what evan says makes him laugh. it comes out as a rush of breath, a little wheezy, and he presses his lips together to hold in the cough at the tail end of it as he looks down at evan. ]
You ain't doin' any better.
[ he tries to push himself up again, walk his hands back, anything, but it just doesn't happen. keeping himself up like this is about all he can do, and even that feels like pushing it right now. his shoulders are burning, his ribs too are pulsing in hot, angry pain. ]
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You ain't doin' any better.
[ he tries to push himself up again, walk his hands back, anything, but it just doesn't happen. keeping himself up like this is about all he can do, and even that feels like pushing it right now. his shoulders are burning, his ribs too are pulsing in hot, angry pain. ]
[ this might have been a bad idea. ]