[Fuck's sake. All right, she calls him a dick, fine. Nothing worse than what's been leveled at him in the past. He glares at her coldly, unflinching despite the way his heart's pounding in his chest.]
Don't have much of a choice, do I?
[He folds his arms, as if that would allow him any protection if she changes her mind and shoots him anyway.]
no subject
Don't have much of a choice, do I?
[He folds his arms, as if that would allow him any protection if she changes her mind and shoots him anyway.]
What.