*just looks at you not-looking at him, bewildered*
*looks up at the place you're trying to reach* Here, let me. I'm taller. *tries to take the paintbrush out of your hand and narrows his eyes when he has to forcibly wrest it from you*
*reaches those last few inches to paint neatly over the spot before handing the brush back to you* *sounding as though he's trying very hard to give you the benefit of the doubt* What the hell is the matter with you? How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?