[Blake hears her, but hardly listens. Then he stops in mid-swing. What trickles through is the fact that she's not going to go away and leave him to his brooding and self-loathing without a push.
He rounds on her. His voice is soft, and more dangerous than when he's yelling.]
Fine. You wanna go, kid?
[With a jerk of his hand, he gestures toward himself.]
[action]
He rounds on her. His voice is soft, and more dangerous than when he's yelling.]
Fine. You wanna go, kid?
[With a jerk of his hand, he gestures toward himself.]
Go ahead. Hit me.