[He approaches, opting to clasp his hands behind his back as he draws nearer. The line of his back is purposefully straight, any sense of sluggishness in his limbs being pushed aside and compartmentalized for the sake of appearances.]
I wasn't. [He can't really move very far, not in a still psuedo-recovering state. But no need to say that.
no subject
I wasn't. [He can't really move very far, not in a still psuedo-recovering state. But no need to say that.
He eyes the bandages.]
You're hurt?