Ennis takes a few steps himself, closing the distance. He doesn't want to get closer, but there's something, electricity, anger, something drawing him up into Jack's face.
"It's your damn fault if we're anything, Jack Twist. It's your fault I'm like this."
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Date: 2006-03-17 05:37 am (UTC)"It's your damn fault if we're anything, Jack Twist. It's your fault I'm like this."