[He wasn't aware, himself, that the goalposts had moved until the words were out of his mouth.
And not even then--it's not until he hears the pain in his cousin's voice that he's jarred loose of his own righteous indignation and left to consider what he's just said.]
I--
--forgive me; I need...a minute.
[There's a slide of cloth on cloth and a thump as he sits down on something heavily, then silence.
What the hell does he even think he's doing here?]
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And not even then--it's not until he hears the pain in his cousin's voice that he's jarred loose of his own righteous indignation and left to consider what he's just said.]
I--
--forgive me; I need...a minute.
[There's a slide of cloth on cloth and a thump as he sits down on something heavily, then silence.
What the hell does he even think he's doing here?]