[ Brows raising, Banagher sighs. What a way for someone to attempt to out-stubborn him. With nothing else left but to let him do as he wished, Banagher reaches out and taps the pad of his index finger against the hood of the car, right above the driver's side. Not enough to cause too much noise, but enough so that he should be able to gauge the distance he had. ]
There. Don't hit your head.
[ Which is about as far as he's willing to budge, himself. ]
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There. Don't hit your head.
[ Which is about as far as he's willing to budge, himself. ]