[That very last thing gets her a flick of his eyes up to the ceiling and a mockery of a chastising rap of his thumb atop one of her knuckles.]
Ain't worried about her judgin' me.
[Please. There are precious few people whose approval he cares about, and as soon as his eyes come back down to meet hers he nearly says that, too. And then he realizes it might be kind of obvious anyway, tilts his head and shrugs with that shoulder in an odd little sideways nod of concession. Worried about Heather judging him? Yes. Other than shrugging that admittance he's not sure how to say it - or rather, he is, but she wouldn't understand it and at the thought he turns his head to settle his gaze on the bike.]
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Ain't worried about her judgin' me.
[Please. There are precious few people whose approval he cares about, and as soon as his eyes come back down to meet hers he nearly says that, too. And then he realizes it might be kind of obvious anyway, tilts his head and shrugs with that shoulder in an odd little sideways nod of concession. Worried about Heather judging him? Yes. Other than shrugging that admittance he's not sure how to say it - or rather, he is, but she wouldn't understand it and at the thought he turns his head to settle his gaze on the bike.]