Ciaran shrugged a little, still not in the frame of mind for working. He was tired, and confused, he didn't know how to do the end of work that involved paperwork and scheduling.
"...I'm not ready right now," he said softly. "I want to work for myself, and...if someone wants to buy that, then I'll sell things I make. But I don't want to work for anyone else, not now, I don't want to be yelled at about things not being perfect..."