Ouch. He wouldn't admit--especially not to himself--that the abrasiveness in his dad's voice stung him, even when his chest tightened around the words as he digested them.
"Busy bleeding all over your connections? I'm sure that'll work out for you. Here." He snatched the lightly grease-smudged rag hanging out of his back pocket and tossed it onto Howard's desk.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2012-05-22 10:45 pm (UTC)"Busy bleeding all over your connections? I'm sure that'll work out for you. Here." He snatched the lightly grease-smudged rag hanging out of his back pocket and tossed it onto Howard's desk.