Merritt braces again for a blow - that never lands, and the warring temperatures and feelings permeating the room are enough that he shakes his head faintly. He has no idea what's going on, now. This doesn't make sense at all, and he's still looking at a point somewhere past Dylan when he comes to stand in front of him. "What?" is all he can manage, this time.
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Date: 2016-06-16 07:17 pm (UTC)