[He ends up dropping his arm after a little bit, because it still hurts a lot to keep it upright. Leaning on his other arm is already a challenge.]
Okay.
[And with that seemingly... Settled, he collapses back to where he had been moments before, laying on his back with his legs extended. He presses the palm of his hand (which has several bandages on it) against his forehead. A weak smile on his face. He's still confused and embarrassed, but his heart doesn't feel quite so heavy now.]
Assumin' you wanna talk to me still, an' all that. 'Cause I was pretty sure I'd fucked up bad with this one...
[This both explains his earlier mood, and, you know, gives Irahl a last chance to tell him off for being a fucking weirdo. It's a little hard for him to believe he's still not being blamed for something.]
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Okay.
[And with that seemingly... Settled, he collapses back to where he had been moments before, laying on his back with his legs extended. He presses the palm of his hand (which has several bandages on it) against his forehead. A weak smile on his face. He's still confused and embarrassed, but his heart doesn't feel quite so heavy now.]
Assumin' you wanna talk to me still, an' all that. 'Cause I was pretty sure I'd fucked up bad with this one...
[This both explains his earlier mood, and, you know, gives Irahl a last chance to tell him off for being a fucking weirdo. It's a little hard for him to believe he's still not being blamed for something.]