[Already, Lazarus' heart is beating faster. It's much like when he was in the pantry facing the brunt of Tony's anger; he used to be much better at remaining completely calm in the face of it, but as the young man gets more of the demon back, he's resembling a pacing, caged lion more and more by the day.
He moves across the roof, his thin silhouette birdlike as he approaches Tony without the other young man's developing, feline strength and grace.]
What are you talking about? What's it to do with, then?
[He's wide-eyed as he sits close by Tony, questioning and confused.]
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He moves across the roof, his thin silhouette birdlike as he approaches Tony without the other young man's developing, feline strength and grace.]
What are you talking about? What's it to do with, then?
[He's wide-eyed as he sits close by Tony, questioning and confused.]