[He sets down the knife because Red Son is many things. Angry. Easy to fluster. Defensive and guarded and paranoid.]
[But he is not callous, at least not about anything even remotely serious. He probably should be, it would help him with a lot of his problems, but he's not. Its an inconvenient thing he's been discovering about himself now that he's interacting with more people than his own family at length.]
[He sighs, leaning back against her, closing his eyes.]
1/2
[Fuck him, honestly.]
[He sets down the knife because Red Son is many things. Angry. Easy to fluster. Defensive and guarded and paranoid.]
[But he is not callous, at least not about anything even remotely serious. He probably should be, it would help him with a lot of his problems, but he's not. Its an inconvenient thing he's been discovering about himself now that he's interacting with more people than his own family at length.]
[He sighs, leaning back against her, closing his eyes.]