Theo wasn’t ignorant of his demeanor. He knew how abrasive and calloused he must’ve come off, but given the physical state of his body during the past few weeks, Theo knew that he was entitled to be at least somewhat of an asshole every once in a while. Not that he would ever go as far as calling himself an asshole, but disregarding the woman’s remark so purposely wouldn’t be something he’d consider to be particularly polite. Whatever.
He could feel her gaze lug carefully over his body and his eyes shifted from under the dark shades. Peeling his lips back, he plunked his cigarette between them once again and took a long drag, letting the smoke imbue his lungs. His shoulder shrugged and exhaled. “I’ll get over it.” Although he couldn’t quite muster up a smile, his expression did soften a bit. One hand shoved itself into his pocket as the other flicked the ashes off to the side. “He’s cute,” he said and then gestured over to the dog.