*Cesar's eyes shoot daggers at him, and in that moment he's not sure who he hates more: the doppelganger, for doing all of this, or himself, for not having the self control to be impassive under the touch.*
*He takes the hand from the man's back but stays where he is. He needs both hands to open the little bottle, but he's unwilling to lean against him to press an elbow to his back. This shouldn't take more than a second... The bottle rattles in his hands, the cap is off, and he's shaking one pill into his hand. Two pills.*
*He puts the bottle down and reaches for the doppelganger.*
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Date: 2015-04-03 08:05 pm (UTC)*He takes the hand from the man's back but stays where he is. He needs both hands to open the little bottle, but he's unwilling to lean against him to press an elbow to his back. This shouldn't take more than a second... The bottle rattles in his hands, the cap is off, and he's shaking one pill into his hand. Two pills.*
*He puts the bottle down and reaches for the doppelganger.*