[His mouth quirks a little, not making eye contact, still looking at the room with the light on, something unsettled and frustrated in the pit of his stomach.
There'll be pictures to hang up in the house--another impossibility without two hands right there. Hammering nails isn't going to happen any time soon, and Rylie will make her own room up without worrying for a moment about his, or what his eyes need.]
The cravings of my eyes are the least of my concerns right now.
[Hospitals and doctors notes are killing his style right now. He can't remember the last time he went this long past the age of twelve, when he was still a short-haired, snub-nosed little nerd who was trying to take out his frustrations in drawing the tendons in the arms of the young couple sneaking hand-holding when they should have been working on the still life project.
His nostrils flare and he grips at Neil's wrist suddenly, waggling his eyebrows.]
[1/2] "...And with that, you may have convinced me you're an outdoor pet."
There'll be pictures to hang up in the house--another impossibility without two hands right there. Hammering nails isn't going to happen any time soon, and Rylie will make her own room up without worrying for a moment about his, or what his eyes need.]
The cravings of my eyes are the least of my concerns right now.
[Hospitals and doctors notes are killing his style right now. He can't remember the last time he went this long past the age of twelve, when he was still a short-haired, snub-nosed little nerd who was trying to take out his frustrations in drawing the tendons in the arms of the young couple sneaking hand-holding when they should have been working on the still life project.
His nostrils flare and he grips at Neil's wrist suddenly, waggling his eyebrows.]
Hey kid, I've got candy in my shady moving van-