[ He turns the broken stick in his hand, considering it. A moment ago, all he wanted to do was has the opportunity to bang out on the drums, and he's sure he would have kept it up if the stick hadn't broke--it's not like it hasn't happened before. But there's something there in him now, twisted and knotted.
His brows hunch up, tight and pinched, a complicated frown on his face as he gets up from the small stool. ]
No, it's-- it's okay. I'll find it and mend it... [ Well, he'll look around for it, which he starts to, but looks back at Maria instead. ]
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His brows hunch up, tight and pinched, a complicated frown on his face as he gets up from the small stool. ]
No, it's-- it's okay. I'll find it and mend it... [ Well, he'll look around for it, which he starts to, but looks back at Maria instead. ]
I feel bad.