[He held his seat, and the sting of the alcohol was enough to earn a hiss of discomfort from him. His fingers flexed against the table, holding on as she dabbed his bullet wound. He was successfully distracted by her random story, focusing on the information that she was providing.
He tilted his head, grimacing in pain before leaning forward toward her.]
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He tilted his head, grimacing in pain before leaning forward toward her.]
His eyes were actual laser beams?