[A what? Beat a what?! He doesn't much like her telling him not to fight these things, hell he doesn't even know what he's supposed to be looking out for yet-- but the thought of her having to handle it? Simultaneous feelings of 'yeah, we'll see' and 'daaaaaayuuummmmm' going on.
He maybe moves a little too quickly when she asks for writing utensils and paper, moving through the living room and clearing clothes off the couch so she can sit as he heads to his room to dump the laundry.]
Yeah, just a sec. Sit down, get comfy. I'll be right back.
[He grabs a few sheets of paper from Jet's stash and swipes various pens and pencils on his way back for good measure. He sets everything down on the coffee table in front of Laura, straightening with a small smile like a kid waiting for his gold star. Eventually he sits. Just kind of flops down next to her.]
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He maybe moves a little too quickly when she asks for writing utensils and paper, moving through the living room and clearing clothes off the couch so she can sit as he heads to his room to dump the laundry.]
Yeah, just a sec. Sit down, get comfy. I'll be right back.
[He grabs a few sheets of paper from Jet's stash and swipes various pens and pencils on his way back for good measure. He sets everything down on the coffee table in front of Laura, straightening with a small smile like a kid waiting for his gold star. Eventually he sits. Just kind of flops down next to her.]