[There's something strange that happens when those words sink in. It might come off as a reaction to the touch, but really, he barely feels it. Morally compromising, he said. Just because someone asks. Abruptly, Remington stands and stumbles away, likely nearly knocking over a chair (or another person) in the process. He fumbles over apologies.]
Ah...I have to go outside. Sorry--really, I'm--
[Turning, cutting himself off, he hurries toward the door, avoiding as many bodies as he can in his haste.]
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Ah...I have to go outside. Sorry--really, I'm--
[Turning, cutting himself off, he hurries toward the door, avoiding as many bodies as he can in his haste.]