[His lean earns him a quick (careful) shove back, her palm at the center of his chest to keep him literally at arm's reach. For god's sake the bastard hasn't got room to gloat--not in her eyes when differences in moral obligation had contributed to the wedge that drove them apart. Twice. ]
Could you possibly not gloat for once in your life?
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Could you possibly not gloat for once in your life?