[ he flinches back immediately when she reaches him, not wanting her to see that more of his skin was slowly but surely following suit. he's starting to shake too -- small tremors wrack his body as he struggles to keep himself in check. but it's too late because as much as he wants to deny it, everything about this is familiar in a way that he really wishes it wasn't. ]
No! You think you can help me? [ his eyebrows furrow and there's that ever familiar glare on his face because here comes angry Jackson ]
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No! You think you can help me? [ his eyebrows furrow and there's that ever familiar glare on his face because here comes angry Jackson ]
You can't even help yourself, Lydia.