[ The smile that would have made that too close to home jab work doesn't quite reach his eyes - eye, fucking singular - which is too damn exposed for his liking. He slips his good arm down and gently grabs the edge of the computer and tries to pull it in the space next to him so he can type properly.
It doesn't work. He doesn't even have the strength to do that. He tries to pass it off as disinterest, letting his hand fall to his side. It's still somehow comforting to have it so close.
He'd ask for Cal instead but that would be admitting a weakness he isn't ready to yet. ]
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[ The smile that would have made that too close to home jab work doesn't quite reach his eyes - eye, fucking singular - which is too damn exposed for his liking. He slips his good arm down and gently grabs the edge of the computer and tries to pull it in the space next to him so he can type properly.
It doesn't work. He doesn't even have the strength to do that. He tries to pass it off as disinterest, letting his hand fall to his side. It's still somehow comforting to have it so close.
He'd ask for Cal instead but that would be admitting a weakness he isn't ready to yet. ]