[John will barely get a chance to get the bandana around his hand before Stephen pulls it away to grip it in his other hand again. His hands are shaking worse than they have all evening, and he presses them against his own body in an effort to still them.]
Muscle spasm. It's nothing.
[It wasn't nothing. Stephen feels a wave of revulsion roll through him as he looks down and sees the doll's broken face is still staring balefully up at him from the floor. He can still feel the memory of it -- but the input his brain gets from his hands is hardly reliable, is it?]
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Muscle spasm. It's nothing.
[It wasn't nothing. Stephen feels a wave of revulsion roll through him as he looks down and sees the doll's broken face is still staring balefully up at him from the floor. He can still feel the memory of it -- but the input his brain gets from his hands is hardly reliable, is it?]