Phoenix’s gaze lifts to mine, and his entire demeanor changes on a dime with those last two words. A huge grin appears and he starts laughing—the kind bordering on maniacal—as he drags the fabric from the counter.
Why is he ONLY happy when he gets his way like a child? Its a freaking game. Not even the SPORT ITSELF. And how is he so proud, he literally didnt even earn it. It was QUITE LITERALLY handed to him.
