[Of all the ways this argument could have escalated, being slapped by a giant alien robot in the form of a teenage girl was not something that crossed Clayton's mind. His face jerks to the side - not because it's especially forceful, but because he instinctively flinches away from the strike - and for a few, long seconds, he just sits there in properly stunned silence. The fight has completely left him.]
I...I was just...
[Yeah, he's got nothing. Clayton stares at the side wall, face steadily going pale in the dim as he becomes more and more horrified with himself. How could he even pretend that this was justified?]
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I...I was just...
[Yeah, he's got nothing. Clayton stares at the side wall, face steadily going pale in the dim as he becomes more and more horrified with himself. How could he even pretend that this was justified?]