[Being shoved into the shelf is enough to break Joseph's momentum. The pain of steel shelves on his back and the back of his head is enough to break through the cloud of his anger. He grapples first at Caesar's wrists first, expecting one or both to let him go to start swinging back. But Caesar doesn't make any motion that would indicate he's going to let go and start punching. Instead, he just shakes Joseph. Joseph falls back heavy against the shelf with a grunt and lets go of one of Caesar's wrists in favor of bunching his hand up in the front of his shirt.]
[At first, he's just trying to keep Caesar back. Just far enough that he can't really hit or start shaking him again, trying to give himself the space to catch his breath if he can. He keeps his head leaned forward and sees a droplet or two of blood from his nose hit the floor. Joseph looks up at Caesar through his bangs, watching him. Adrenaline sends a small tremor through him, releasing some of the tension as he straightens again, and starts to both pull and allow Caesar in closer again.]
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[At first, he's just trying to keep Caesar back. Just far enough that he can't really hit or start shaking him again, trying to give himself the space to catch his breath if he can. He keeps his head leaned forward and sees a droplet or two of blood from his nose hit the floor. Joseph looks up at Caesar through his bangs, watching him. Adrenaline sends a small tremor through him, releasing some of the tension as he straightens again, and starts to both pull and allow Caesar in closer again.]