[Most definitely avoiding and he knows it. If she just came here to yell at him he doesn't need that! He opens his mouth to snipe some snarky retort but pauses when she carelessly burns her finger and pops it into her mouth immediately. The words die in his throat and he goes to get her a bar rag with an ice cube wrapped in it, pressing it against her hand as he comes back to resume his seat on the couch.]
No you don't, but you're here anyway.
[He's still tired, too tired to rehash this whole game they play every time, where he purposely sticks his foot in his mouth and she screams at him and does her best to pound him flat into the floor. No, he's still feeling far too warn out for that. Instead he simply looks straight at her, uncommonly serious.]
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No you don't, but you're here anyway.
[He's still tired, too tired to rehash this whole game they play every time, where he purposely sticks his foot in his mouth and she screams at him and does her best to pound him flat into the floor. No, he's still feeling far too warn out for that. Instead he simply looks straight at her, uncommonly serious.]
I don't want you to pity me.