[ madison does just go. it's footstep after footstep of him storming away from cross with an implacable sense of irritation; he doesn't even know what happened in those short few minutes, can barely remember a thing except him getting pissed then cross getting pissed out of nowhere and then what? jesus, he's so angry and he can't even keep track of his head and the world around him. helpless, as usual.
maybe he does want to talk to the guy, actually talk to him, but it feels like there's a barrier now and it's insurmountable, maybe again.
so, he halts. stands still facing away from him. a glass jar of fresh apricot jam hovers a little out of one of the bags, holds itself in place in the air―before launching itself, very vaguely but with high velocity, in cross' general direction. ]
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maybe he does want to talk to the guy, actually talk to him, but it feels like there's a barrier now and it's insurmountable, maybe again.
so, he halts. stands still facing away from him. a glass jar of fresh apricot jam hovers a little out of one of the bags, holds itself in place in the air―before launching itself, very vaguely but with high velocity, in cross' general direction. ]