Shooting out a hand, I prevent it from closing at the last minute, and Huck visibly tenses. His pupils dilate, an emotion finally flashing in his irises, but I feel like I’ve been gutted when I realize it’s fear. He’s standing there staring at me as if I’m a wild animal poised to strike, and that’s when I know that he thinks I’m going to start a fight.
Cause youre an emotional ass, hot headed DICK!!!!!
