"Uh," That's not... what he's saying. What the fuck? Oh, oh shit, Midnighter suddenly feels like an ass. Is this guy from some place where being gay is some shitty big news? Anger roils in Midnighter's gut, along with a sense of shame for pushing this guy so much.
He knows he's an asshole, but he tries not to be that kind of asshole, fuck.
Midnighter would... apologize, explain, something, except the fight is already started, and he's already knocked the poor bastard in the gut. He's all instinct in that moment; the computer's calculations says to dodge, so he dodges, it says to weave, so he weaves. He fights defensively, even though he doesn't have to; guilt and confusion mostly drive him.
When Jacob punches, he catches the arm and pulls him close. It's his idea of gentle. "Didn't mean to pry," he says, his breath close on the side of Jacob's face. Then he releases him, and aims a kick at the other guy's knee, aiming the knock him over.
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He knows he's an asshole, but he tries not to be that kind of asshole, fuck.
Midnighter would... apologize, explain, something, except the fight is already started, and he's already knocked the poor bastard in the gut. He's all instinct in that moment; the computer's calculations says to dodge, so he dodges, it says to weave, so he weaves. He fights defensively, even though he doesn't have to; guilt and confusion mostly drive him.
When Jacob punches, he catches the arm and pulls him close. It's his idea of gentle. "Didn't mean to pry," he says, his breath close on the side of Jacob's face. Then he releases him, and aims a kick at the other guy's knee, aiming the knock him over.