Fingers that resided in his lap twitched in aggravation and surely had his eyes been able to see, he’d have flashed a glare to her and her oh so perfect nature.
” That’s becoming a habit. “

”Saying you’re alright when you’re not seems to be, too.”
Maybe she shouldn’t sound so bitter about that—he was old enough to take care of himself and make his own decisions. But despite being perfectly table, he never seemed to want to take care of himself.
”You should be resting.”