[ To be honest, Scott's more worried about the door. He's not strong enough that bumping into a door would rip it off its hinges, but shoving into it with a lot of momentum might leave a dent.
Rubbing his forehead, he squints blearily at Makoto for a second, replying - ] Four? [ Thinking that Makoto was asking how many fingers he was holding up (something Coach Finstock would do), and answering on reflex.
There are no fingers of course, and once the rush of blood clears and the throbbing in his forehead clears, he blinks and shifts away, a little surprised by the concern. ]
Oh - yeah, I'm fine. [ He smiles, both grateful and amused. ] Guess I got a little ahead of myself.
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Rubbing his forehead, he squints blearily at Makoto for a second, replying - ] Four? [ Thinking that Makoto was asking how many fingers he was holding up (something Coach Finstock would do), and answering on reflex.
There are no fingers of course, and once the rush of blood clears and the throbbing in his forehead clears, he blinks and shifts away, a little surprised by the concern. ]
Oh - yeah, I'm fine. [ He smiles, both grateful and amused. ] Guess I got a little ahead of myself.