[ He scowls at her – and admittedly, it's a sort of petulant expression, but he's had a rough week.
(Well, so has Emma, he allows, though he doesn't know the extent of it. Doesn't know the ins and outs of it.
But a petty part of him also adds, She's not the one with a hole in her leg.)
He huffs out an exasperated breath and sits – but on the arm of the chair, rather than on the couch proper. Easier to stand from there. He pulls his crutches over, rests them against his shoulder between his legs. For a long moment, he just watches her, eyes narrowed and lips drawn into a solemn line. Then, ]
You doin' all that so you don't gotta talk to me?
[ Brightness in his voice, but his expression is solemn. ]
no subject
(Well, so has Emma, he allows, though he doesn't know the extent of it. Doesn't know the ins and outs of it.
But a petty part of him also adds, She's not the one with a hole in her leg.)
He huffs out an exasperated breath and sits – but on the arm of the chair, rather than on the couch proper. Easier to stand from there. He pulls his crutches over, rests them against his shoulder between his legs. For a long moment, he just watches her, eyes narrowed and lips drawn into a solemn line. Then, ]
You doin' all that so you don't gotta talk to me?
[ Brightness in his voice, but his expression is solemn. ]