[ HJ backed up, a few inches across the floor before he staggered back to a standing position. He wasn't quite so injured, but he kept his hand at his neck, holding it more like a guard, like it would protect him in case Frank snapped.
Because it had been him, who'd attacked, obviously. Or at least he was going to give him a look, like it'd been him. He kept stepping back, more like a wary animal on the defensive. ]
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Because it had been him, who'd attacked, obviously. Or at least he was going to give him a look, like it'd been him. He kept stepping back, more like a wary animal on the defensive. ]