[The internal screaming picks up as he hears Pratt barrelling towards a full-on breakdown, but Sharky manages to grit his teeth against voicing any of it. Him freaking out isn't gonna help, not when Pratt has already lost it, like, so far gone that he's already gotten stabbed multiple times --
He's so busy trying to keep the internal screaming internal that he almost doesn't catch what Pratt's saying, just that he's staring at his hand like he's never seen it before. It doesn't even register, really, until he's gone and gotten a towel; he's halfway back to Pratt when the record abruptly scratches.]
You -- [Shit. Shit. SHIT.] Ahhhh, fuck, dude. Did you -- I mean, do you... remember, uhhh, how it went down? 'Cos, uh... [It sounds like you mighta lost, man...]
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He's so busy trying to keep the internal screaming internal that he almost doesn't catch what Pratt's saying, just that he's staring at his hand like he's never seen it before. It doesn't even register, really, until he's gone and gotten a towel; he's halfway back to Pratt when the record abruptly scratches.]
You -- [Shit. Shit. SHIT.] Ahhhh, fuck, dude. Did you -- I mean, do you... remember, uhhh, how it went down? 'Cos, uh... [It sounds like you mighta lost, man...]