Heron Lake Plateau Never mind the slacks and bashers

So she was taking care of the dude, but should he have just not mentioned it?  Uh.  Maybe it was a good thing he hadn't asked if he was still pretending to be a rock.  Or maybe that would have gone over better, hell if he knew.  Either way, hard to miss that reaction.  He blinked a few times, trying to mentally feel his way in to what the most appropriate response would be.

Well, since she was ripping on him... As far as I can tell, he doesn't listen to people at all, so don't think volume's gonna change much.  Quixote's experience with him had pretty much proved that.  Can't be fun.  Maybe it would be a mercy if Screech just didn't wake up to whatever screwed up, hate-filled world he obviously lived in.  But Quixote was also not the best at sympathy.

Should he change the subject?  Uh.  Honestly, he didn't know what to think.  He was the antithesis of a social butterfly, Um.  Before that happened, how've you been?  Stuff happened, on my end of things.  There was a trip and all the sheer nonsense on his end of things.  But if she wanted to talk about something else she could go right ahead.  Quixote wasn't gonna be moving any time soon, it hurt too much, even if it wasn't too visible.  He was mostly just bruised, but the few new scrapes were hard to see since he was usually scruffy.  Other than that, the only (potentially) visible change from when they'd last crossed paths was a slight drop in his weight.