I'm not tryin' to fight. He crosses the room again swiftly. I've never done anything normal, so I don't know what it's like. Grant's fingers tap irregularly against the doorframe. There aren't any rules.
Grant goes still for a moment, letting that echo.
There was that thing about not running off with somebody else without fair warning. More a guideline than a rule. Other than that, um. Alex blinks at him. I'm not in charge here.