Yeah, he's really not going to mind that at all. After all, he needs to make sure his wicked little girl is worn out enough to get to sleep at night. And in addition to that, sexual frustration is a terrible thing.
Why, he'll only be doing his fatherly duty. Perhaps he can tell her a story at the same time. Two birds, one stone.
Richard chuckles and pats his daughter's hand, saying, "No, no, I don't think I have time to do more paperwork tonight. Good suggestion, though." He winks at the nurse and then stands, stretching, cracking every joint in his body. He walks around the little room, past the curtain, trying to get his blood flowing so he can wake up a little.
"Besides, I think if I was shot up with anything right now, I'd just drop dead asleep on the floor." He laughs softly and crosses his arms, rocking backwards onto his heels while he watches the nurse set to work wrapping her arm up. He pats Salome's head, then crosses back over to the x-rays, examining the breaks with a little tsk, tsk on the tip of his tongue.
Ah, there will be a conversation about this eventually. Tomorrow, later, after they've finished making up, there will be gentle words about anger. Perhaps he'll teach her how to box when her hand recovers, that seems like a good outlet for someone who's not a psychopath.
Hand moving to the handle of the wheelchair, Richard smirks down at her and says, "I find it interesting that a couple of broken fingers have made you into a cripple."
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Why, he'll only be doing his fatherly duty. Perhaps he can tell her a story at the same time. Two birds, one stone.
Richard chuckles and pats his daughter's hand, saying, "No, no, I don't think I have time to do more paperwork tonight. Good suggestion, though." He winks at the nurse and then stands, stretching, cracking every joint in his body. He walks around the little room, past the curtain, trying to get his blood flowing so he can wake up a little.
"Besides, I think if I was shot up with anything right now, I'd just drop dead asleep on the floor." He laughs softly and crosses his arms, rocking backwards onto his heels while he watches the nurse set to work wrapping her arm up. He pats Salome's head, then crosses back over to the x-rays, examining the breaks with a little tsk, tsk on the tip of his tongue.
Ah, there will be a conversation about this eventually. Tomorrow, later, after they've finished making up, there will be gentle words about anger. Perhaps he'll teach her how to box when her hand recovers, that seems like a good outlet for someone who's not a psychopath.
Hand moving to the handle of the wheelchair, Richard smirks down at her and says, "I find it interesting that a couple of broken fingers have made you into a cripple."