[he hadn't felt the pang of real self-consciousness until right then. part of it is the weight of the question, (the fact that he was the cause of his own muteness isn't exactly something that he feels like sharing,) and part of it is her drawing back and offering him respite from it. it's enough to bring focus back to the fact that this conversation is happening at all.
so, he sits back a little, lets his gaze wander without answering. he won't tell her that she's asking too much, because that feels like a surrender at this point. but, he will change the subject.
questioningly, he points at the demolished punching bag, and then gestures at her. it's pretty obvious that it's probably her fault, but he'd been too caught up in the fact that it had been wrecked to really think about that she'd been the one to somehow accomplish it.]
no subject
so, he sits back a little, lets his gaze wander without answering. he won't tell her that she's asking too much, because that feels like a surrender at this point. but, he will change the subject.
questioningly, he points at the demolished punching bag, and then gestures at her. it's pretty obvious that it's probably her fault, but he'd been too caught up in the fact that it had been wrecked to really think about that she'd been the one to somehow accomplish it.]