Jim got his wish, as the knee to Sam's side had knocked the wind out of him. Sam dropped to the floor to catch his breath. He could hear himself wheezing and knew he should probably stop. Walk away or, rather, limp away from Jim, but knew he wouldn't.
He wasn't going to throw any punches back at his brother. No matter his anger or frustration, he couldn't do it.
"When did you become such a fucking brat?" Sam wheezed. "Can't even fucking think of the words to scream at me, so you've gotta kick the shit out of me instead."
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Date: 2010-01-25 03:45 am (UTC)He wasn't going to throw any punches back at his brother. No matter his anger or frustration, he couldn't do it.
"When did you become such a fucking brat?" Sam wheezed. "Can't even fucking think of the words to scream at me, so you've gotta kick the shit out of me instead."