[Secretly, he's glad to see anyone come in. That anyone made an effort, even to yell at him or question him. What he wasn't expecting from anyone was a scolding tone.
When Claire enters, he doesn't move from his seat in the corner of the bed, peering at her with blank eyes over his arms, folded over his knees.]
Hnn.
[A beat.]
I thought I did, which is the problem.
[A vain attempt at being a smartass. His voice is hoarse.]
no subject
When Claire enters, he doesn't move from his seat in the corner of the bed, peering at her with blank eyes over his arms, folded over his knees.]
Hnn.
[A beat.]
I thought I did, which is the problem.
[A vain attempt at being a smartass. His voice is hoarse.]