[ come on, doesn't everyone have like one way bigger shirt somewhere in their closet? he's not particularly picky with cloths.

but anyway.

he tries to get his shirt on the rest of the way, only wincing slightly as he lifts his bad arm to get it through the sleeve. he pulls it down all the way, rocking forward just a little bit, way more into her personal space, and then he leans back against the door frame. ]

Everyone's got a thing for birds, huh.

[ he says mostly to himself, because she wouldn't have a reason to get it. he watches her for a moment longer, before straightening out again. ]

It's late. I should probably get outta your hair, huh. I know you weren't expecting some bloody asshole to wreck your couch tonight.