[ Alex's expression goes from angry - to, briefly, frightened - then to nothing at all. You, sir, are mad. Mental. Nutters. Batshit. Crazy. Off the deep end and undeniably insane.
And Alex does not want to deal with that. ]
Look -
[ He's already taking another step back, turning on his heel, his arms wrapped around the books as though shielding himself. ]
Go see a doctor.
[ There's some hesitation about turning his back on Philip, but then he's walking briskly away, head down. ]
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And Alex does not want to deal with that. ]
Look -
[ He's already taking another step back, turning on his heel, his arms wrapped around the books as though shielding himself. ]
Go see a doctor.
[ There's some hesitation about turning his back on Philip, but then he's walking briskly away, head down. ]