"Hey now, don't insult the band. There's nothing like a good Van Halen guitar riff." And he demonstrated, curling his lip and playing an air guitar, bopping his head to an imagined song in his own mind. If she was going to be in his space she might as well see how much of a nut he was while she was at it. But he didn't carry on long. He stopped and laughed. "Have fun," he said and winked at her.
He turned then toward a cupboard by the fridge. He opened it and took out a first aid kit. Wincing, he pulled his shirt over his head and took a look at the gash across his ribs. It had bled quite a bit but the bleeding was stopped now. He was glad she hadn't noticed it. He made fast work, bandaging his ribs and securing them with tape. Then he set to work on his forearms. After he'd finished he looked partially like a mummy and the image reminded him of an old stupid film he'd watched the other night here by himself. He shook his head and tried to think of something else.
Cassie's face came to mind as he was rummaging through his drawer for a clean shirt. He hung his head and sighed then yanked a dark blue shirt from the pile. Careful not to disturb his bandages, he pulled the new shirt over his head and went to flop on his bed to wait for Shannon.