Tony hadn't seen Heather since this whole thing started. Stubborn, foolish as she was she hadn't come down to the basement. It felt like everything she was doing lately was grating on his nerves. And the worst part of it was, he didn't really know why. The fact that she'd gotten hurt through all of this made it worse. He couldn't be shitty with her when she was in pain, as evidenced by the words he could hear from the bathroom. So he just had to grin and bear it. Hope the change in job would help. Hope Gabriel was right, and seeing less of her would help.
He was just pulling off his shirt when she came back in to the room, leaving him in his boxers. When she glanced at him so tentatively he felt his annoyance flair. Why did she have to be so damn hesitant about everything? Moving to his side of the bed, he pulled back the covers, climbing in.
"Are your arms okay? Do you need anything?" A question to at least fill the awkward silence.