"I don't need to be treated like a child." He doesn't mean to spit at her, to let the snarl of earlier in the afternoon bleed into the now. Part of his contrition for the blurring of lines is sitting down heavily, turning his face to lift his bloodied lip in her direction. "I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself."
It's a weak protest, more mulishness than anything serious.
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Date: 2013-05-09 02:59 am (UTC)It's a weak protest, more mulishness than anything serious.