It's the teakettle, blasting its whistle. Break jumps up automatically, catches his foot on the leg of the coffee table and manages not to go down, though it takes a hop and windmill of his arms. He's reeling. He makes it to the stove and shuts off the heat, to make the kettle stop squealing, but all thoughts of tea seem to be out of his head as he stands there, breathing hard (from the exertion of jumping up, right?). ]
He is the--
Then Jack used him to--
[ His hands (or rather the floppy sleeves covering them) fly up to his face, hiding it. ]
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[ WHEEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
It's the teakettle, blasting its whistle. Break jumps up automatically, catches his foot on the leg of the coffee table and manages not to go down, though it takes a hop and windmill of his arms. He's reeling. He makes it to the stove and shuts off the heat, to make the kettle stop squealing, but all thoughts of tea seem to be out of his head as he stands there, breathing hard (from the exertion of jumping up, right?). ]
He is the--
Then Jack used him to--
[ His hands (or rather the floppy sleeves covering them) fly up to his face, hiding it. ]