[It feels like something tearing. Not necessarily painful, but intensely uncomfortable, intensely wrong. Richard's grasping to try and hold on before he can even think about it, shocked by the push for a split second before his mind curls back and reaches, trying to grab the pieces of Seth being pulled away from him. But Seth's determination is too strong. He's like oil slipping through Richard's fingers, and as the final, physical shove has Richard staggering back a step, he feels suddenly, painfully, completely alone.
It hurts. He's done something Seth doesn't like, once again, been pushed back and rejected for it. Familiar, a whole series of blows which have hit the same place. He slowly straightens himself up, looks to his brother again, and his expression has resolved into the same stony stolidity he'd had to adopt against all of Seth's endless mistrust and bitter undertones of accusation after Kate's death.
There's a long beat before he speaks, words slow and hard.]
You done?
[With the freak out, the lash out. The blows Richard was expected to stand and take.]
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It hurts. He's done something Seth doesn't like, once again, been pushed back and rejected for it. Familiar, a whole series of blows which have hit the same place. He slowly straightens himself up, looks to his brother again, and his expression has resolved into the same stony stolidity he'd had to adopt against all of Seth's endless mistrust and bitter undertones of accusation after Kate's death.
There's a long beat before he speaks, words slow and hard.]
You done?
[With the freak out, the lash out. The blows Richard was expected to stand and take.]