[The combination of barely-contained panic, frustration, gratitude, shame, and the bright rush of wonderful, excellent game feelings on top of everything is frankly a little overwhelming. He swallows, and it feels tight... and despite his best efforts not to cry, his mouth twists into a sharp, wobbling frown and he draws in on himself.

It's pretty contained, all things considered. His eyes are still hidden behind his hands and there's nothing much to see. The only indication is a couple deep, hitching breaths, and the way his shoulders shake... and then it's gone. Blink and you'd miss it.

He sniffs and wipes his face off, a little forcefully, like he's frustrated. But he sighs and gets to his feet.

He still looks stressed out, but mostly he just looks exhausted. When he speaks, his voice is rough.]


Okay. We got the points. Let's get out of here.