[She gets an annoyed look right back for her trouble, but he's reaching out to scoot the tray toward him, out of her way, in case she has an outburst that isn't as minor as tapping her thumb. One that might end up with soup and splattered potato everywhere. Why he's so calm and quiet, he has no idea, and in the face of her upset he feels like he's doing something wrong for not being more aggravated.
But it's just a sigh and a quiet reply, less admission than statement of fact.]
no subject
But it's just a sigh and a quiet reply, less admission than statement of fact.]
Been more worried about other shit.