[ he should moved away the moment Moriarty decided to close the distance between them but he'd been far too stubborn in his resolve not to show fear and too late does it register what he's about to do. Moriarty has his hand on his throat. ]
[ He can't breathe. ]
[ Small hands grasp desperately at the larger, pulling, fingernails digging, trying to pry his assailant off. ]
Please. [ He somehow manages to just barely squeeze out. ] I-I'm not-not lying.
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[ He can't breathe. ]
[ Small hands grasp desperately at the larger, pulling, fingernails digging, trying to pry his assailant off. ]
Please. [ He somehow manages to just barely squeeze out. ] I-I'm not-not lying.