[The point is, Murdoc tried. And because he tried, nobody can judge him. Except Rhys, apparently. He's prepared for more yelling, though he'd certainly been a little jarring. Okay, no, it had been frightening. But if that was frightening, this was fucking TERRIFYING. His reflexes are slow and Rhys is surprisingly fast, he doesn't have a chance to wiggle away as Rhys grabs at him. He does, however, make it hard for him by letting him carry all of his weight as he stares up at him like a deer in the headlights.]
You. [He begins in a soft voice as Rhys finishes, hissing through his teeth and raising his hands to shove at Rhys' big tree trunk of an arm.] Are so full of shit.
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You. [He begins in a soft voice as Rhys finishes, hissing through his teeth and raising his hands to shove at Rhys' big tree trunk of an arm.] Are so full of shit.