[Firo opens his mouth--and maybe reddens just a tad--at the use of his words for a double entendre but holds back at the last second. Maybe it's better to let that relatively small remark slide so that they can move on.
He sits up straighter to avoid the embarrassment of unintentionally mimicking Hank's struggles with leaning.]
Even if I did, why would I wanna lose my shit in front of you? We're not friends or anything.
[He wouldn't lose his shit in front of his friends either, but he thinks his implied meaning is clear enough. What kind of a man just trots out that weakness in front of someone who barely knows him? And, hell, doesn't even really like him.]
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He sits up straighter to avoid the embarrassment of unintentionally mimicking Hank's struggles with leaning.]
Even if I did, why would I wanna lose my shit in front of you? We're not friends or anything.
[He wouldn't lose his shit in front of his friends either, but he thinks his implied meaning is clear enough. What kind of a man just trots out that weakness in front of someone who barely knows him? And, hell, doesn't even really like him.]