[something like relief and something like shame flushes out the indignation that had prompted the throw. reflex makes him step forward (towards the rebounded volleyball); observation stalls his feet as Nic returns to up-right, slow as it is. the struggle catches his attention the most, opens his mouth for a brief second before snapping it closed.]
[bottom lip bitten - every emotion clearly displayed - and a long pause, wherein he wonders where what he wanted to say (he'd practiced it in the room!) fled to. it was going to get awkward... why was he worried about it growing awkward? he remembered what he'd started the ordeal for, but getting there was another beast--- the longer he stared, the more surreal it felt.]
[finally, hands clumsy from disuse but nonetheless drawn upon:]
What happened?
[because he couldn't start with what he'd came here for. it froze his fingers, stuck in his throat. but he could gesture to Nic's general state; he could use the gestures he should've used before.]
no subject
[something like relief and something like shame flushes out the indignation that had prompted the throw. reflex makes him step forward (towards the rebounded volleyball); observation stalls his feet as Nic returns to up-right, slow as it is. the struggle catches his attention the most, opens his mouth for a brief second before snapping it closed.]
[bottom lip bitten - every emotion clearly displayed - and a long pause, wherein he wonders where what he wanted to say (he'd practiced it in the room!) fled to. it was going to get awkward... why was he worried about it growing awkward? he remembered what he'd started the ordeal for, but getting there was another beast--- the longer he stared, the more surreal it felt.]
[finally, hands clumsy from disuse but nonetheless drawn upon:]
What happened?
[because he couldn't start with what he'd came here for. it froze his fingers, stuck in his throat. but he could gesture to Nic's general state; he could use the gestures he should've used before.]