[A part of him wants to snap that he's fine- that old touch-paper temper of his. But it's not her fault- none of this is her fault, and he doesn't want to lash out at her for trying to help. Especially when she's not smothering him. So he bites down on his anger, sucks it back.
He takes the arm offered, lowering himself down onto the floor. He puts his crutches to one side, sucking in a deep breath. He should probably talk about it, that would be the healthy thing- that's what people keep telling him he needs to do. But he doesn't want to, not yet. So he buries it all inside again, opening out the schematics. ]
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He takes the arm offered, lowering himself down onto the floor. He puts his crutches to one side, sucking in a deep breath. He should probably talk about it, that would be the healthy thing- that's what people keep telling him he needs to do. But he doesn't want to, not yet. So he buries it all inside again, opening out the schematics. ]
Right. So. Let's get to it.