[ maine doesn't often anguish over the loss of his voice, but during tenser moments like these he sometimes wishes he could still talk properly. he exhales, exasperated, and looks past byerly to give the empty area a sweeping once-over. when he looks back at him, his brows furrow accusingly. you started this, is what that look ( hopefully ) says. maine was only being proactive.
his hand slides an inch higher on his leg, squeezing firmly a second time, and then all at once — again, because maine works in wide, sprawling strides and not tiny steps — he pulls away, hefting himself onto his feet.
he turns once he's indulged in a lazy, arching stretch, offering byerly his arm. up you go, then, if you're serious. ]
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his hand slides an inch higher on his leg, squeezing firmly a second time, and then all at once — again, because maine works in wide, sprawling strides and not tiny steps — he pulls away, hefting himself onto his feet.
he turns once he's indulged in a lazy, arching stretch, offering byerly his arm. up you go, then, if you're serious. ]