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There’s a peculiar suspense to watching your fiercely held contempt slip away with a touch. Somehow, beneath the swirl of emotion surrounding that hand on his shoulder, Will felt cheated. He covered that hand with his own and gave it a light squeeze before gently sliding it off his shoulder and heading for the door.
"I'm sorry."
“Are you, now?” Maybe another glass in he’d have been more ready; but they were doing this now. He downed what he had in his glass.