[He sighed. A sigh of deep frustration flooding through his air ways and out into the room, more then likely to sit there on the air like an annoying little bug for a bit longer, but slowly being released from his head anyhow]

[Turned on the couch bed just right, he was watching the boy pick at his nails.]

Close enough. [another sigh before he gave a small hiss] Look. I said I'm sorry for hittin' you... right? I got... a bad temper. Sorry. Let's just drop it now. It ain't important anymore. <small.[a... pause again before mumbling] R-really... didn't mean to hit you...