"You bastard!" Tobias shouts futilely at the door as he carefully gets to his feet - or foot, rather; his bad leg really can't support him right now.
He limps his way to in front of Kale, carefully sliding his hand down the other man's arm to hold his palm out, and trace letters with his own fingers. I-M-S-O-R-R-Y.
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Date: 2007-10-22 11:34 am (UTC)He limps his way to in front of Kale, carefully sliding his hand down the other man's arm to hold his palm out, and trace letters with his own fingers. I-M-S-O-R-R-Y.