[Instantly, the camaraderie is gone. If Kyle wanted to compare him to a flickering candle, that light was just snuffed out. Jim stares at him briefly, expression vacillating between seriously? and something else, something deeper. He's tired of this. Of everything he says coming back to him like a slap in the face, and he's done, he is so done putting up with it.
I need to be pulled back.
Yeah, well. Sometimes he needs to be pushed, too.]
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I need to be pulled back.
Yeah, well. Sometimes he needs to be pushed, too.]
So why don't you enlighten me.
[Or back off.]