[It's like a switch gets flipped in Dixon's head. To him, it feels like the impulse strikes like a hypnic jerk, just as uncontrolled and automatic. The mechanics of decision-making have been lubricated with alcohol and stress and Dixon's propensity to blow off steam through the quickest and easiest way possible.
Keith landed on an insecurity that's been undermining Dixon not just since he got here, but since he was old enough to string sentences together, and Dixon swings his fist at Keith's face with all his might.]
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Keith landed on an insecurity that's been undermining Dixon not just since he got here, but since he was old enough to string sentences together, and Dixon swings his fist at Keith's face with all his might.]