[ He doesn't bother to hide the way he relaxes once Charlie moves away. It takes him a quick second to compose himself again, and when he finally does, he spreads his hands, musters all of the bravado he can. ]
I'm not afraid of anything, alright? So stop trying to psychoanalyze me, Freud.
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I'm not afraid of anything, alright? So stop trying to psychoanalyze me, Freud.