It took quite a bit for Rory to hold her tongue. When Casey hid his face, it only served to make matters worse, because she knew he was ducking her gaze intentionally. Avoiding her, even when she was right in front of him. The man was ridiculous, and she honestly didn't understand it. If he didn't like her as a person, fine, that was his choice, but rejecting her help made no sense. At all.
A quiet little sigh escaped as AJ wiggled his way out of her arms, plopping to the ground between her and Casey. He promptly ripped a blade of grass from the ground and clumsily dropped it into Casey's lap. The gesture would've made Rory laugh if she wasn't so instantly annoyed. "Kind of a harsh lesson to teach a one-year-old," she said, watching Casey curiously even as he so blatantly avoided her gaze. "But what do I know?"