[He jumps a little when she appears at his side, her cold fingers reaching for his wrists, and he scuttles away like a frightened crab, pressing himself against the wall beneath the window like he's afraid to be touched.
He is, to be honest. Everything Mitchell touches, he manages to ruin somehow. And now he's done it to Annie.]
No, don't— [He won't look at her, he can't stand to see that disgust and fear he saw earlier, the shock and pain that had caused her to leap out of his arms. He did that to her. Annie, sweet Annie, who lived all alone for years before they showed up, who welcomed them with open arms, who makes him a cup of tea every morning, who moved all the way to Barry with them without complaint. Annie, who loves him because she's too naive to see the monster he really is.
He hurt her.]
You should go, before I... [Before he hurts her again.]
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He is, to be honest. Everything Mitchell touches, he manages to ruin somehow. And now he's done it to Annie.]
No, don't— [He won't look at her, he can't stand to see that disgust and fear he saw earlier, the shock and pain that had caused her to leap out of his arms. He did that to her. Annie, sweet Annie, who lived all alone for years before they showed up, who welcomed them with open arms, who makes him a cup of tea every morning, who moved all the way to Barry with them without complaint. Annie, who loves him because she's too naive to see the monster he really is.
He hurt her.]
You should go, before I... [Before he hurts her again.]