* valiisms:
Her mouth opened slightly as her ears finally tuned in to his last few words, Valerie not quite sure how to take it. She could ask for the whole story over again, or talk about herself – she’d really rather not talk about herself. “I’m sorry, Eli,” she started, putting her book down as she squinted towards him. “— you’re saying you got punched and you’re sitting at a lunch table rather than at the nurses? What the fuck, Eli?” she asked, blue eyes looking him over, up and down.
“What can I say,” A grin appears on the boy’s face and hands feigning defence raise. “ I’m a trooper.” He looks away for a few seconds, the look of amusement on his face fading as did his laugh. “Plus I’m fucking hungry. I’m here.”









