[she looks like shit is the objective (obvious) thought he has, seeing her pound pavement up to his cave]
[and he would have reacted, as he usually does, with a hard flinch away, but the embrace is too slow, the circumstances too odd; he shifts his weight backwards and stares in irritable confusion at her until she's practically cornered him against the dumbass decorative stone behind him]
[the arms close, and the panic kicks in immediately; don'tdon'tdon't touch me (life's unkind hand has scrambled his already fritzing wires, made him seek hit instead of touch and smack instead of hold)]
[he lurchesfalls back against the stone, completely bewildered and trying to get his pulse to stop slamming against his wrists]
Re: action
[she looks like shit is the objective (obvious) thought he has, seeing her pound pavement up to his cave]
[and he would have reacted, as he usually does, with a hard flinch away, but the embrace is too slow, the circumstances too odd; he shifts his weight backwards and stares in irritable confusion at her until she's practically cornered him against the dumbass decorative stone behind him]
[the arms close, and the panic kicks in immediately; don'tdon'tdon't touch me (life's unkind hand has scrambled his already fritzing wires, made him seek hit instead of touch and smack instead of hold)]
[he lurchesfalls back against the stone, completely bewildered and trying to get his pulse to stop slamming against his wrists]
Th-the fuck're ya doin', get offa me -- !