[Welp.
She didn't swear, throw things, or try to shove things through the hole in his chest. All those things aside, he's happy with that sort of venomy voice.

He shrugs his shoulders, wishing that he was back in the week that he could /talk/, at least some of it stayed with him, but he still missed it. His fingers prodded her face, trying to turn it upright.]

haa..
[Ahuh, that makes sense right?]