He looks up at her at that, hands folding across his midsection, not least so he doesn't cross them over his chest. Too confrontational, and he can tell that, even if his words aren't . . . they really aren't as controlled as he might like them to be.
"What about this feels right to you? I can't see it."
no subject
He looks up at her at that, hands folding across his midsection, not least so he doesn't cross them over his chest. Too confrontational, and he can tell that, even if his words aren't . . . they really aren't as controlled as he might like them to be.
"What about this feels right to you? I can't see it."