[Kavinsky will give him whatever he wants. The memory of the act? He can have every gorey detail-- it was quick, poorly calculated, and didn't hurt nearly as much as having his jaw punched by an angry dog of a boy back on planet Earth. What else could Sam want? Gratitude? Sure. Kavinsky likes the feel good aftermath of hurt as much if not more than the original strike. Both feel like living.]
You needed a test dummy.
[Sam has callouses on his fingers. A working man.]
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You needed a test dummy.
[Sam has callouses on his fingers. A working man.]