One of the splinters of ceramic caught one of the the finger tips of Slav's right hand, making him yank back his hand and have to pull the shard out. Sticking his finger in his mouth a moment before he heard the Littlest's voice, forcing the Middlest to stop what he was doing and not move a muscle. A second passed before he shook himself out of his stupor and replied, still not turning to look at Gor. "I'm fine."
Going back to his collecting, he managed to get all the pieces into a junky tee shirt he had not worn yet, tying it off into a bundle to be dealt with later. He would feel better after having a puzzle to put back together, see if he could not find some super glue in this place. After all, everything miraculously went back to normal, at least all the furnishings and decorations all returning.
That had to mean somewhere, someone had some super glue, right?
Slav stood, setting the bundle to the side to be picked up later, keeping his back to the door. To the Littlest. The Middle Jones boy was feeling like a soccer ball just about then, and he was not up to hearing any more anger from the brother he had tried to protect. However miserable he had been at it.
Yes, Slav was taking his turn being the selfish brat, but dammit, everyone else had had a turn. Well, except Ios, he was kinda above all that crap.