[ It's hard to tell which is louder: the squeaky clicking of the lighter lid, the grinding of his teeth, or the violence he's imagining upon John at this very moment. ]
-Tt-!
[ One last, spiteful click of his tongue in return -- a curse without words -- before he lapses into sullen silence, settling into stillness and staunchly ignoring the noise.
The minutes tick by, but he doesn't fidget, doesn't squint his eye open like some of John's more unruly students would. And, slowly, the tight set to his shoulders drops, breathing deep and even. Even the furrow of his brow, a permanent fixture, smooths out; looking more his age, for once. ]
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-Tt-!
[ One last, spiteful click of his tongue in return -- a curse without words -- before he lapses into sullen silence, settling into stillness and staunchly ignoring the noise.
The minutes tick by, but he doesn't fidget, doesn't squint his eye open like some of John's more unruly students would. And, slowly, the tight set to his shoulders drops, breathing deep and even. Even the furrow of his brow, a permanent fixture, smooths out; looking more his age, for once. ]