[Vander's tolerance for pain had only increased with age, and he was so intent on getting her own drugs into her so they evened that playing field that he only grunted softly when she stabbed him with the needle. He didn't flinch, didn't pull away, just depressed the plunger on the needle. She could stab him multiple times and he remained that immovable object that had yet to meet the unstoppable force.
He released the syringe - leaving it in her leg - so she could back off. He decided to help her along taking a hard swing towards her head, and he picked out the syringe from his hand and tossed it aside without a care in the world about it. He raised his fists, fully intent to pound her into the grass under their feet.]
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He released the syringe - leaving it in her leg - so she could back off. He decided to help her along taking a hard swing towards her head, and he picked out the syringe from his hand and tossed it aside without a care in the world about it. He raised his fists, fully intent to pound her into the grass under their feet.]
Clocks ticking.