[Michael freezes when Law steps into his path. Rather than keeping eye contact, his gaze is all over the place, twitching between Law's hands, his face, over his shoulder.
The truth is he would've been afraid of treatment even before this. Now it's completely off the table. Not that he assumes that's what Law's here for.]
What do you want? Move.
[He sounds on the verge of panic, but it's a warning.]
no subject
The truth is he would've been afraid of treatment even before this. Now it's completely off the table. Not that he assumes that's what Law's here for.]
What do you want? Move.
[He sounds on the verge of panic, but it's a warning.]