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After his fight with Shannon, Boone storms into his own room. Punching a wall and kicking angrily at a chair doesn't help to calm him down. Especially the former.

He stands at the window ignoring his sore hand, which is now dripping blood onto the floorboards, though he doesn't seem to notice. Or care.

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Shannon's probably the last person he wants to see right now, but she has a way of turning up at times like that.

She doesn't bother to knock, since she's fairly certain he'd deny her entrance if she gave him half a chance.

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He hears the door open; can feel her in the room. He doesn't turn around.

The sound of his blood dripping on the floor cuts through the silence like a knife.

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And so, obviously, she notices. Her reaction is fairly predictable.

"What the hell did you do?!"

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A slight inclination of the head in her direction. "I punched a wall." He looks back out the window.