[That sounded like it hurt. So much so that Kit almost felt badly about having startled the other boy. Perhaps he could have deigned to prove his point a little more gently?
But all thoughts of apology were dismissed the moment Vincent struck back, his hand crashing into the center of Kit's chest. His breath was forced from his lungs not solely from the force of Vincent's retaliation, but from the tender state of his own body being pushed again to its limits. Somehow, however, he managed to keep from toppling over the arm of the bench and spilling indignantly onto the floor.
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But all thoughts of apology were dismissed the moment Vincent struck back, his hand crashing into the center of Kit's chest. His breath was forced from his lungs not solely from the force of Vincent's retaliation, but from the tender state of his own body being pushed again to its limits. Somehow, however, he managed to keep from toppling over the arm of the bench and spilling indignantly onto the floor.
Small mercies, right?]
You're a poor liar...