Something about that rankles, actually. Enough that he narrows his eyes, finally really looking at her for the first time since they met up.
"I don't need your pity," he says, plainly, stepping onto the player one pad, "and I don't need to be handled with kid gloves."
Going easy on him... that won't make the pain go away. That'll just make things worse. Still, the burst of annoyed energy comes and goes just as quickly leaving him deflated as he turns to the screen. The machine beeps and blares loudly with every move he makes, a horrid sensory overload that's giving him a headache, but fine. Fine.
He picks the first song that looks even somewhat familiar, not really caring what it is. The machine happily shouts encouragement, before the first notes of Deep Breath Deep Breath start playing.
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"I don't need your pity," he says, plainly, stepping onto the player one pad, "and I don't need to be handled with kid gloves."
Going easy on him... that won't make the pain go away. That'll just make things worse. Still, the burst of annoyed energy comes and goes just as quickly leaving him deflated as he turns to the screen. The machine beeps and blares loudly with every move he makes, a horrid sensory overload that's giving him a headache, but fine. Fine.
He picks the first song that looks even somewhat familiar, not really caring what it is. The machine happily shouts encouragement, before the first notes of Deep Breath Deep Breath start playing.