[ And he knows it didn't help that much, but it was why he antagonized them enough to be taken to another room entirely, so she wouldn't have to see it happen. Bit down on his shirt and lip and anything to muffle his own sounds when it was necessary or possible. He just wanted them away from her for a little bit. If he's not allowed to do things for her out of obligation, she's going to have a fucking hard time explaining to him how he's not immediately obligated to protect her or take a turn for her if she's going to try and get up every single time so that he doesn't get hurt. He doesn't see how that's even remotely fair, and too much of that and he'll start to chafe and bristle until he rebels altogether.
When she looks back over, he's tense. He's trying not to look like it, but he's more or less vibrating, just a little, it's hard to notice it. He's completely silent - you'd only know he's breathing because his ribs are moving like he is. But he's zoning out and pulling in and trying to respond to her to keep her from worrying, because that's what started this, isn't it? He comes out of it a little bit, blinks a few times and looks a little less glazed, because she's making him interact with her again. ] They're fine. They'll be fine until we get home. Two minutes twelve.
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When she looks back over, he's tense. He's trying not to look like it, but he's more or less vibrating, just a little, it's hard to notice it. He's completely silent - you'd only know he's breathing because his ribs are moving like he is. But he's zoning out and pulling in and trying to respond to her to keep her from worrying, because that's what started this, isn't it? He comes out of it a little bit, blinks a few times and looks a little less glazed, because she's making him interact with her again. ] They're fine. They'll be fine until we get home. Two minutes twelve.