[He doesn't want it. He doesn't want to hear it, he doesn't want to talk about it, he can't do it right now, he can't, not when he's so close he can smell the blood (and the chemicals, and the oil on the blades, but the blood, always the blood) and he's staring at her like a deer caught in headlights, sheer panic, and all his can think is the silently screaming mantra of no, no, no, no.]
action, sept 25th; O O P S