[For a few brief seconds, he stands there with his own hands on that table, staring at her wide-eyed with an emotion that's hard to identify, but it passes and he rips the table out of her hands, flinging it clear over the fallen couch, the books on top of it and the contents of its drawer flying haphazardly as it falls.
He stares at the disarray with that same overwhelmed look, taking shaky breaths and trembling.]
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He stares at the disarray with that same overwhelmed look, taking shaky breaths and trembling.]