"Aw, I'm fine." He grumbles, but bends down a little and holds still to let her pick out splinters, just because it's hard to get them by feel. As soon as each one is out, he heals almost instantly. Connor is far more annoyed at himself than he is at her. "They're really not made for that. I should have insisted you get two. Bad teacher." He sighs.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2010-09-28 01:33 pm (UTC)