Sparkle nodded, and pulled in a breath. Stepped up to Atton and the pillow in question, and took a swing. It was a sloppy swing. It was a 'just got off the phone with the lawyer and can't see the forest for the trees but definitely has to hit something a lot' swing.

It was kind of a 'it's a good thing he's hitting a pillow because he'd have a broken hand doing that otherwise,' kind of swing, and mostly just came from a place of needing to move, needing to throw some weight around to just do something visceral and immediate, like the screaming, instead of anything even remotely resembling the off-and-on years of training he'd been given from so many angles, by now.

He shook out his hand and bounced on his toes a little, trying to loosen up, and then punched again. This time a little more controlled, a little less 'got to move' and more 'got to find a place to throw some focus.'

This was a good distraction. This was a much-needed distraction.

Okay.