[Not. Looking. He might feel bad if he did. Shit. He didn't really, really mean to hit him, but--- Ug, not getting into that again. He felt worn out anyhow. All night invisible like that? It really did wear him down after a while.]
[He frowned, rolling just enough to stare at the stupid blank ceiling.]
Don't know... [He muttered at first, reaching a hand to rub at his face. He realized his knuckles... hurt. Heh, poor floor. He flexed them carefully, watching them and only them.] S'different cus... [He shook his head, not really sure he wanted to say now.] Just... different now, alright? Don't worry about it. I'll fix that soon...
[You know, the whole... trusting Trauma more then she should and taking his words too personal? that sorta thing]
[Action]
[He frowned, rolling just enough to stare at the stupid blank ceiling.]
Don't know... [He muttered at first, reaching a hand to rub at his face. He realized his knuckles... hurt. Heh, poor floor. He flexed them carefully, watching them and only them.] S'different cus... [He shook his head, not really sure he wanted to say now.] Just... different now, alright? Don't worry about it. I'll fix that soon...
[You know, the whole... trusting Trauma more then she should and taking his words too personal? that sorta thing]