[His weak back and shoulders? Jacob glances over them to shoot Henry an incredulous look, rolling his shoulders for good measure. Sure, he's not the fittest of the bunch, and he probably wasn't as cut, but...]
I make up for it in my fists. [True enough, his hands are worn from the time he's spent splitting his knuckles. But Jacob fails where Henry succeeds, making no effort not to make one of those fists in irritation. The tables have turned. He sat down to annoy the man, and now he himself is a mixture of restless mind and relaxed body.]
We should make a date for it. You don't want to be all talk, do you?
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I make up for it in my fists. [True enough, his hands are worn from the time he's spent splitting his knuckles. But Jacob fails where Henry succeeds, making no effort not to make one of those fists in irritation. The tables have turned. He sat down to annoy the man, and now he himself is a mixture of restless mind and relaxed body.]
We should make a date for it. You don't want to be all talk, do you?