Something explodes -- or rather, many small somethings -- in his mind, flips like a switch, and suddenly Harvey is up again, flipping over the condiments and the basket of creamers on the table. His eyes are wide, unfocused, manic with emotion. ]
Don't ever ask me that. I'm nothing like you -- nothing. You're alive, aren't you?! I don't kill, and if I did-- [ His hands clutch his chair tightly, the knuckles and fingers turning white. ] It wouldn't be for him. One person can make me kill, only one -- and I'm not talking about him.
[ He inclines his head downward and flings his chair over roughly, breathing in and out. ]
Anger. Fear. Who the hell says it has to only be about love?
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Something explodes -- or rather, many small somethings -- in his mind, flips like a switch, and suddenly Harvey is up again, flipping over the condiments and the basket of creamers on the table. His eyes are wide, unfocused, manic with emotion. ]
Don't ever ask me that. I'm nothing like you -- nothing. You're alive, aren't you?! I don't kill, and if I did-- [ His hands clutch his chair tightly, the knuckles and fingers turning white. ] It wouldn't be for him. One person can make me kill, only one -- and I'm not talking about him.
[ He inclines his head downward and flings his chair over roughly, breathing in and out. ]
Anger. Fear. Who the hell says it has to only be about love?