It's fine. This is fine. No one's feelings are hurt. Probably.
Dirk just kind of stares at her while she fumbles for words, or correction of her words, or whatever that was supposed to be. With his shades off, he looks incredibly tired--"dead inside" as the vernacular goes--but it's really not intentional, or even meaningful.
He is stressed out and running on no sleep and putting way too much weight on the outcome of this particular venture, but.... what the hell else is new?
"Uh." Is what he says, unhelpfully. It's a good thing those weren't prescription or anything, but he's still gonna be pissed if they're broken.
John laughing isn't contributing much to that.
Well. They can't have gone that far. Short of them getting thrown through time and (paradox?) space... but he doesn't see them. Great.
"Whatever. I have spares." He settles for picking the chair up off the ground and righting it, wheels to the floor as God intended. He does this a bit more sharply than the situation calls for. Keeping it together and having a normal one, that's him!
"You know what I'm doing here, right? If I can find what I'm looking for, you'll soon see the back of me and it'll just be you and John, nice and cosy. Look forward to it."
OKAY, ENOUGH FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY
Dirk just kind of stares at her while she fumbles for words, or correction of her words, or whatever that was supposed to be. With his shades off, he looks incredibly tired--"dead inside" as the vernacular goes--but it's really not intentional, or even meaningful.
He is stressed out and running on no sleep and putting way too much weight on the outcome of this particular venture, but.... what the hell else is new?
"Uh." Is what he says, unhelpfully. It's a good thing those weren't prescription or anything, but he's still gonna be pissed if they're broken.
John laughing isn't contributing much to that.
Well. They can't have gone that far. Short of them getting thrown through time and (paradox?) space... but he doesn't see them. Great.
"Whatever. I have spares." He settles for picking the chair up off the ground and righting it, wheels to the floor as God intended. He does this a bit more sharply than the situation calls for. Keeping it together and having a normal one, that's him!
"You know what I'm doing here, right? If I can find what I'm looking for, you'll soon see the back of me and it'll just be you and John, nice and cosy. Look forward to it."