Okay, that's a fair point he did go pretty crazy. I don't want to end up trying to murder any of you with an axe.

[He'd deeply appreciate her holding back. The last thing he wants to feel right now is fragile, lesser. The portrait of his parents sits on one of the walls now and the thought of his father watching him in any capacity does wonders for his resolve.

He peers into the boxes, shifting his weight onto one crutch to poke around in them- not quite ready to start to try to bend over yet, he's pretty sure his balance isn't there.]

Here you go. This one.

[He does love him some schematics. He offers a smile, it's a touch apologetic, a touch amused- but there's frustration lurking at the corners of it.]

Uh... can you grab it for me? I don't think I can lean down yet.