[ HJ could feel the edge of a headache forming, perhaps stress, or maybe frustration fueling it. He rarely got them; a man like him who lived his whole life angry had much to be mad about, but HJ was still starting to feel it.
He'd too thought Frank was someone who understood, but he wasn't. That was proven when he'd had the audacity to approach him, that he'd recognized him alone, that was enough to make HJ want to hate him. It hadn't been his terms. It hadn't been his choice. With Nelson, yes, there had been provocation, but he'd made the choice. Frank had taken that from him.
The fact that he kept pushing, pressing, prodding, without time to breathe was forcing HJ's temper to stay high.
He honestly wanted to strangle this man, to convince him to leave. ]
It is. [ His words were a touch evasive, even still. He still didn't move. ]
You are insistent on waiting, and there's no reason why.
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He'd too thought Frank was someone who understood, but he wasn't. That was proven when he'd had the audacity to approach him, that he'd recognized him alone, that was enough to make HJ want to hate him. It hadn't been his terms. It hadn't been his choice. With Nelson, yes, there had been provocation, but he'd made the choice. Frank had taken that from him.
The fact that he kept pushing, pressing, prodding, without time to breathe was forcing HJ's temper to stay high.
He honestly wanted to strangle this man, to convince him to leave. ]
It is. [ His words were a touch evasive, even still. He still didn't move. ]
You are insistent on waiting, and there's no reason why.