[That stings. Knowing she's still sore about Pitch's disappearance makes him momentarily curious if she's bent on see-sawing between keeping it pent up and taking it out on him. Unsure whether to stay or go, he sits a moment, refecting. It's like either way I'm wrong with her. Suddenly being inside is making it hard to breathe, like a wave of claustrophobia.
Outside. I gotta get outside. Making his way out, he plops down on the porch.]
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Outside. I gotta get outside. Making his way out, he plops down on the porch.]