[He carefully moves his arm behind himself, to hold himself up and keep it out of her way. He doesn't really get it - what's okay and what isn't, that is - but he's not going to do anything that might distress her. If she's good with this, then he is, too. Though he might have to move after a while, if the bracer gets too stiff. That's his bad arm after all.]
Lucky me... [Okay, maybe he shouldn't be a sarcastic ass with a kid.] ...Guess I shouldn't complain, though. I'm not really suited to do much else these days.
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Lucky me... [Okay, maybe he shouldn't be a sarcastic ass with a kid.] ...Guess I shouldn't complain, though. I'm not really suited to do much else these days.