[ Well, he's done some of what he can. Couldn't be bothered to do it all. He just watches her go, with a puzzled expression, and slowly closes the door. Well, then.
When she comes back, he's on the way back to the living room and then suddenly ice pack.
He makes a pained noise mostly because he wasn't ready for it, but it really only hurt a little and he wouldn't ... normally. But after that he just looks at her as though he's too tired to protest or anything and is just putting up with all this shit. Which he kind of is. ]
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When she comes back, he's on the way back to the living room and then suddenly ice pack.
He makes a pained noise mostly because he wasn't ready for it, but it really only hurt a little and he wouldn't ... normally. But after that he just looks at her as though he's too tired to protest or anything and is just putting up with all this shit. Which he kind of is. ]
Why? You've got nothing to be sorry about.
[ He brought it on himself. ]