Nick breathes in slowly through his nose and closes his hands around the armrests of his chair to keep them from shaking. “My eye was the down payment.” His voice cracks on the last word, and he has to swallow again or continue on a croak. “What exactly do I still owe you?”
Phil chuckles, and it's such a familiar, nonthreatening sound that Nick feels like he might get whiplash.
“Quite a bit more than you'd be willing to part with,” Phil says. “You've managed to stumble into some luck, though, because the rules say I'm allowed to make substitutions, and there's one under your protection I'd much rather have as payment.”
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Date: 2016-04-02 03:07 pm (UTC)Phil chuckles, and it's such a familiar, nonthreatening sound that Nick feels like he might get whiplash.
“Quite a bit more than you'd be willing to part with,” Phil says. “You've managed to stumble into some luck, though, because the rules say I'm allowed to make substitutions, and there's one under your protection I'd much rather have as payment.”