The mans body sunk, his eyes widening and everything about him turning from eager and excited to horrified all at once. If ever one wanted to see sheer disappointment, a distilled visage of distressed horror, his face was it. Her truly looked like he'd been stabbed in the back by Sammy, or like a five year old told that Christmas was cancelled because Santa had tripped over his skateboard and broken his neck. He managed to hold the pose for several seconds, watching her - covered and refusing him - like he was about to break down crying.<br/><br/>His mouth moved like he was speaking, but no words followed, it was a silent attempt at working out what to say without even briefly knowing where to begin. To kick her out, swear at her, or break down? All sounded tempting...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>