[Firo's mouth tightens as he watches Hank appear to gear up for an otherwise fine throw and then somehow fumble the fruit. The clumsiness looks familiar to how he's been feeling (or not) the past couple days. He's not inclined to believe it's a coincidence.
That fact could be encouraging--that means that the symptom at least isn't abnormal. He tries to keep his mind on that thought instead of the nagging worry that this symptom remaining could mean that others will stick around.
Realizing that he's staring a little, he shrugs one shoulder and looks off to the kitchen entrance.]
...That doesn't really tell me much unless I know how bad you throw normally.
[Look, he has to get some sort of barb in, even though Hank's just provided him with helpful information. Instead of returning the favor, he hesitates a moment, then nods and walks over to the oven to take a peek.]
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That fact could be encouraging--that means that the symptom at least isn't abnormal. He tries to keep his mind on that thought instead of the nagging worry that this symptom remaining could mean that others will stick around.
Realizing that he's staring a little, he shrugs one shoulder and looks off to the kitchen entrance.]
...That doesn't really tell me much unless I know how bad you throw normally.
[Look, he has to get some sort of barb in, even though Hank's just provided him with helpful information. Instead of returning the favor, he hesitates a moment, then nods and walks over to the oven to take a peek.]
All right, thanks.