[ . . . . he chomps into his ice cream some more and his gaze flicks up to the ceiling. it'd be easy to think he's got brain freeze, if not for the way he seems like he's thinking about something.]
... yeah.
I know.
[and he'll turn to him, bowing his head - once, and only once.]
no subject
... yeah.
I know.
[and he'll turn to him, bowing his head - once, and only once.]
Sorry for being dead weight this long.