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Misha recoils immediately. Her head snaps to the side, but she doesn't look back up after he redraws. Instead, she grits her teeth and keeps her eyes to the ground. Her breath comes out sharply, despite her weak attempts to steady herself. When she finally looks back up, her shoulders are tense and her eyes acid. "You're a good guy," she says quietly, her voice frigid.
Ambrose quickly turns away. He had never hit anyone before. Hell, he had never really hurt anyone except in the battles between the two groups. His hand was throbbing slightly, but he didn't notice. Tears well in his eyes as he quickly wipes them away. "I didn't mean to hit you Misha." He whispers, voice shaking slightly. He clenches his hands into fists, trembling as he felt the truck stop. He scoots as far away from Misha as he can, hoping she couldn't see the tears now rolling down his cheeks.