The moment Briggs touches him, Mike jerks his arm away. With the drugs setting his nerves on high alert, even that touch was electric. Too much and not enough at the same time. This close, his body was demanding things of him. Methods of quick satisfaction that he logically knew he couldn't have, but his body didn't always respond to logic.
"And how would that look, hm? He'd make sure the footage leaked to just the right sources. I go down as a murder on the run, and even if he brings you back, how're you going to explain that when there's footage of me killing you?!" He wasn't keeping his voice down, gesturing boldly at the camera.
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Date: 2018-09-25 03:40 am (UTC)"And how would that look, hm? He'd make sure the footage leaked to just the right sources. I go down as a murder on the run, and even if he brings you back, how're you going to explain that when there's footage of me killing you?!" He wasn't keeping his voice down, gesturing boldly at the camera.