[Crack of knuckles on her jaw, white hot brittle pain - but it's easy to shake, to suppress, to throw behind her as she leans up into the hand at her shoulder - swings her free arm, her fist, and claps Parker across the side of the face. Not the sharpest hit, not a cruel blow, but certain and sure and then her fingers are snarling in Parker's hair and making to wrench her off to the side. Lifts her hip in the same beat.
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Tough love, kid.]