The tension rose from his hands to his shoulders. At this rate, if he got touched by that previous pain-filled seizure again, his muscles would simply snap off the bone in protest. "You are not him--that I know," His hand settled on his phaser, but he didn't draw it off the belt. "Remove your gloves," He didn't want to risk it.
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Date: 2009-07-25 05:06 pm (UTC)