[ The current condition of the mattress is actually a pretty good reflection of Scott's emotional state: intrusive, out of place, and slightly wounded.
He has no idea why this guy is wearing armour in the kitchen, and so he's gawking at the giant suit of armour and wondering if he's about to find himself in a fight. It's difficult to smell anything other than the metal of the suit, and he can't tell if there's any aggression coming from the other man.
Well, his voice is.
Kind of. Unexpected? ]
Oh. [ He's still staring. ] That's okay, it's my fault anyway. If—can you pull it off?
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He has no idea why this guy is wearing armour in the kitchen, and so he's gawking at the giant suit of armour and wondering if he's about to find himself in a fight. It's difficult to smell anything other than the metal of the suit, and he can't tell if there's any aggression coming from the other man.
Well, his voice is.
Kind of. Unexpected? ]
Oh. [ He's still staring. ] That's okay, it's my fault anyway. If—can you pull it off?