[ pathetic. and there he goes again, hunching like a scolded puppy. Dave might not ever admit it, but that's part of what he likes about Tavros—that he can always win (but what really got him is what happened when he didn't, a memory that feels so distant and buried now). he doesn't back off, just stands over him and stares down at him, piercing even with the sunglasses on his face. ]
Then what is it? I don't know what you want from me, you never fucking tell me.
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Then what is it? I don't know what you want from me, you never fucking tell me.