[ Jesse breathes hard, leaning forward like he's fit to collapse. He's aching all over now, feels like he's just been fed through a wheat thresher and then left in the field to rot. Lord almighty. It takes him a second to steady up and meet Achilles's eye; his own have returned to normal--dark and warm, as always. ]
You damn near popped the thing out of its socket, so I'd say you still did pretty good, partner.
[ He runs his good hand through his sweat-damp hair, wincing. ]
np!
You damn near popped the thing out of its socket, so I'd say you still did pretty good, partner.
[ He runs his good hand through his sweat-damp hair, wincing. ]
You wanna call it a draw?