[He brushes past her and walks to another doorway. He pauses before going through]
I'm not doing this in the hallway. You can put those books on a table in here.
[With that he enters the living room. He's too tense to keep his back to her, so he turns so that he's facing her as he unbuttons his shirt. He leaves it folded neatly on the table before he starts unwinding the bandages around his chest. The bruising here is far deeper than on his face, especially up the left hand side, where there's still a vague outline of a shoeprint among the marks.
Once his torso is bare he sits on the sofa and watches her warily]
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I'm not doing this in the hallway. You can put those books on a table in here.
[With that he enters the living room. He's too tense to keep his back to her, so he turns so that he's facing her as he unbuttons his shirt. He leaves it folded neatly on the table before he starts unwinding the bandages around his chest. The bruising here is far deeper than on his face, especially up the left hand side, where there's still a vague outline of a shoeprint among the marks.
Once his torso is bare he sits on the sofa and watches her warily]