*He'd rather not deal with either extreme, if he had his way. Cesar holds his ground, but he's taking the time to look around the room again: the doppelganger is getting a silent treatment. Cesar is deliberately trying not to think his words over in great detail, even though he is thinking about them. Wouldn't he rather someone who didn't let themselves be exhausted so much that he had to guard their limp body from the cause of the most fucked up relationship he's ever been in? Of course he would. Who wouldn't?*
*Cesar folds his arms without any visible cue or message to either man, studying the desk's ashtray.*
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*Cesar folds his arms without any visible cue or message to either man, studying the desk's ashtray.*