[The tantrum makes him feel a little better, but only a little. He stands facing the wall for a minute or two, shifting from foot to foot, hands balled into fists and breathing through his teeth.
When he finally turns away, he keeps his eyes on the ground, stalking forward without sparing anyone a glance. He heads toward the mouth of the alleyway.]
Are we going or what?
[His voice gives away how close he is to tears. But he can't have another meltdown, even if it'd make him feel better. Not topside. Not after Leo just called him a baby.]
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When he finally turns away, he keeps his eyes on the ground, stalking forward without sparing anyone a glance. He heads toward the mouth of the alleyway.]
Are we going or what?
[His voice gives away how close he is to tears. But he can't have another meltdown, even if it'd make him feel better. Not topside. Not after Leo just called him a baby.]