[He keeps staring away, and he doesn't look back at Edgeworth. That hot feeling is back behind his eyes; he swallows hard, doesn't acknowledge it. He doesn't acknowledge anything, or even react, but eventually--after a long, tense pause--he sinks down, his back still against the lockers, his forearms resting on his knees and his shoulders hunched. Something of the fight bleeds out of him in that movement, leaving him bowed--still tense, but bowed.]
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