[Did he break the locker, is what he first thinks, ha ha very funny, and he snorts, insulted--but then realises that she probably means his hand, and he stares down at it, tentatively curling the fingers.]
No. Just-- [The pain of it is setting in now; he scowls.] Fucked it up. It's fine. It doesn't matter. Least of my bloody worries.
devours you!
No. Just-- [The pain of it is setting in now; he scowls.] Fucked it up. It's fine. It doesn't matter. Least of my bloody worries.