[Blake shoots a glare at the phone on the ground and snorts contemptuously. He's stinging over being called a pussy, at how somebody who's supposed to be loyal and have his back has turned on him.] She's not worried-
[A quiet noise pulls his eyes away.
Steve, all the energy of her anger spent, has folded onto the floor. She sniffs hard.
Blake's brow furrows.] Are you?
[Eyes fixed on the mat, she nods rapidly.
Blake stands there for a minute, looking at the little dog. Then he sits down heavily on the mats, too. His shoulders sag, aching. God, he's tired.]
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[A quiet noise pulls his eyes away.
Steve, all the energy of her anger spent, has folded onto the floor. She sniffs hard.
Blake's brow furrows.] Are you?
[Eyes fixed on the mat, she nods rapidly.
Blake stands there for a minute, looking at the little dog. Then he sits down heavily on the mats, too. His shoulders sag, aching. God, he's tired.]
Aw, shit.