[His temper flares as easily as that of a feral stray cat, although pity is what he's going for, isn't it? That's the angle. He has no choice.
Simon grits his teeth, taking a second to compose himself as he plots his next move.]
I broke somethin'. Somethin' of yours, maybe. Or, gosh, y'know what? It must belong to whoever it is who owns that dump.
[Bitter, bitter, bitter. He means Red Wings.
He is unused to concerned adults. Since the formation of the Apex, Simon and Grace have not had the fortune of running into many. He hates learning that he apparently looks as pathetic as he feels on the inside most of the time.]
A glass.
[Oh, shoot. Wade already seems to think of him as some kind of pathetic, scrawny weakling. He has to clarify-]
no subject
[His temper flares as easily as that of a feral stray cat, although pity is what he's going for, isn't it? That's the angle. He has no choice.
Simon grits his teeth, taking a second to compose himself as he plots his next move.]
I broke somethin'. Somethin' of yours, maybe. Or, gosh, y'know what? It must belong to whoever it is who owns that dump.
[Bitter, bitter, bitter. He means Red Wings.
He is unused to concerned adults. Since the formation of the Apex, Simon and Grace have not had the fortune of running into many. He hates learning that he apparently looks as pathetic as he feels on the inside most of the time.]
A glass.
[Oh, shoot. Wade already seems to think of him as some kind of pathetic, scrawny weakling. He has to clarify-]
It was an accident.
[It had stung, yes, but he didn't care too much.]
I'm not gonna do anything stupid. I wanna live.