[He snaps it back, warning in every line of his body not to pursue it. He hates that he gets like this, he hates that this is his damn life since he came home, and the last thing he wants is sympathy from Mr. Ripped-and-sensitive.]
Look, I don't think this class is for me.
[He reaches out with his good hand and impulsively screws up the sheet of paper that has his boat on it, before pushing himself out of the chair. All his instincts are screaming at him to get away.]
no subject
[He snaps it back, warning in every line of his body not to pursue it. He hates that he gets like this, he hates that this is his damn life since he came home, and the last thing he wants is sympathy from Mr. Ripped-and-sensitive.]
Look, I don't think this class is for me.
[He reaches out with his good hand and impulsively screws up the sheet of paper that has his boat on it, before pushing himself out of the chair. All his instincts are screaming at him to get away.]
I gotta go.