( He stands there, largely expressionless, respectfully quiet throughout the entirety of her tirade. The only thing that makes him blink is the dig of the shotgun into his chest. His hands stay up, even after she takes a step back, even as she snatches candy bars.
In the end, the only things he says are: )
Okay.
( And a beat later, in a quiet, polite monotone as she blows out the door: )
no subject
In the end, the only things he says are: )
Okay.
( And a beat later, in a quiet, polite monotone as she blows out the door: )
Have a nice day.