[ This is what you see as you're delivering those lines: Josh's shoulders tensing, because this isn't what he'd hoped to hear; the look of hurt in his eyes, because another memory bled through from someone else is flashing in his mind. The way he's slipping his hands out from where he'd shoved them into his pockets and the tremor that is unmistakable when he lifts one of them comes to press up against his forehead.
A shaky breath, at that. Him stepping one half-step back. ]
Ouch. [ Yes. ] Shit.
[ Where is your courage now? ]
Funny, [ no, not funny at all. ] I thought you'd be happy about this.
[ Looking at back at you now, confidence shattered. ]
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A shaky breath, at that. Him stepping one half-step back. ]
Ouch. [ Yes. ] Shit.
[ Where is your courage now? ]
Funny, [ no, not funny at all. ] I thought you'd be happy about this.
[ Looking at back at you now, confidence shattered. ]