#slowmo md

"I'm good, don't worry about me, you have things to be doing." he said, but the words were perhaps undercut by the fact he was having to brace a hand on the wall in order to catch his breath. He hadn't meant for anyone to see that he was hurt, but he was finding the day rather more draining than he had imagined it would be in the first place. Hence him trying to take a quiet moment just to catch his breath, but there was never any rest for the wicked in this damn place. Whatever she'd come in to say had, of course, been lost when she'd taken in the state of him. Some selfish part of him hoped that she had disliked him enough just to pass the information over and leave him be, but, nope... here he was. Being called out.