[He looks at her for a long moment and then down at the apple, thumb rubbing at a blemish on the skin while he frowns. (He's not even going to eat this; maybe Rio will want it, so he won't have to feel wasteful.) For another moment he simply stands there absorbed in his apple task, almost as if he's left the conversation, but--]
You're sorry. What for? I didn't see you out there playing 'executioner and fodder.' [His frown deepens, disdainful, and his fingernails puncture apple skin. Oops.
He sighs and looks up again, more controlled. Alright.]
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You're sorry. What for? I didn't see you out there playing 'executioner and fodder.' [His frown deepens, disdainful, and his fingernails puncture apple skin. Oops.
He sighs and looks up again, more controlled. Alright.]
I'm fine.