[Cu bristles. He knows it's not the same thing. He's positive, but he can't find the words, which is why Diarmuid's sudden backing down feels like a god send]
[He hesitates a moment, leaning just a bit in Cu's direction as if he's warring with the urge to close the space between them again. But he doesn't. Instead he just slinks back out of the cell, slamming the door a little too hard behind him. HE'LL BE BACK.]
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[This time he manages to cut off the impulse reaction before it's done! But then he suddenly wilts and wraps his arms tight round himself.]
...I need to go home.
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...get that arm bandaged properly when you do.
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[He hesitates a moment, leaning just a bit in Cu's direction as if he's warring with the urge to close the space between them again. But he doesn't. Instead he just slinks back out of the cell, slamming the door a little too hard behind him. HE'LL BE BACK.]