It’s a knee-jerk reaction. His thoughts far away, lost in
another world. And the sudden-whether or not it really was sudden was up for debate- presence behind him is no
gentle return to the present. Realization dawns on him moments after the hit
lands, an apology instantly forming on his lips.
❝ Shit! Sorry—does
‘it was an accident’ make any sense?
Crap—Do you need ice? ❞
The anger was there. The wonder on why the hell it happened. But maybe the punch scrambled his brains just enough to keep him from acting on it. A hand lifted and fingers skimmed along his jaw, trying to hold back a wince to the sting. He didn’t want to think about what it would look like in the morning. All he could hope for was that it wouldn’t hurt him while he spoke.
“ Yeah - ice would be good. You might want to explain why it happened anyway. Unless you’re a jumpy person and do this to everyone. ”