[ This guy's got 99 problems and having to deal with a teenage girl is at least 49 of them.
He shoots her a Look, the kind that says I don't give a damn about your petty protests and folds his arms across his chest. The silence that stretches between them matches his posture, stiff and unyielding. He's always been overly serious by nature, a realist bordering on pessimist, and that's not something that'll be changing any time soon despite his youthful company.
But—underneath all the stone, there's a corner of softness. He slows and then stills, gaze lifting to scan her in a clinical fashion. ]
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He shoots her a Look, the kind that says I don't give a damn about your petty protests and folds his arms across his chest. The silence that stretches between them matches his posture, stiff and unyielding. He's always been overly serious by nature, a realist bordering on pessimist, and that's not something that'll be changing any time soon despite his youthful company.
But—underneath all the stone, there's a corner of softness. He slows and then stills, gaze lifting to scan her in a clinical fashion. ]
Are you hurt?