Ward and Shoupe were stood in the waiting room, their conversation pausing as soon as they noticed Rafe and Jimmy approaching them. Ward kept his eyes locked onto his son before they moved towards Jimmy as Shoupe had a blank but accusatory expression as his gaze flickered between the two boys.
"Sorry it too long.. hurt to get dressed" Jimmy spoke quietly as Rafe nodded in silent agreement while his hand subconsciously reached out to rub Jimmy's back in a small gesture of comfort. He could definitely feel his dad's scrutinizing gaze on them which made his chest feel tight.
Ward raised an eyebrow at Jimmy's words, his lips pressing into a thin line, "You were in there for a while. Must have been in a lot of pain if it took you that long to get dressed". Jimmy ignored him and instead turned to Shoupe, "What do you want me to do with these?" Jimmy asked Shoupe holding up his broken ankle monitor and smashed phone.
Shoupe eyed the items as he stepped forward and then took them from the boy's hands, holding them up to inspect. "I'll take them. We'll need to get a new ankle monitor for you, and hopefully we can salvage the SIM card in your phone." Shoupe tells him and Jimmy just nods silently as a reply.
Shoupe then put the items in his pocket and stepped back, his expression still serious and disapproving as he looked over Jimmy, his gaze lingering on his ankle monitor-less leg now before moving onto the boy's face, "How are you feeling, James?" he asked gruffly, his voice a little softer than before. "I'm feeling less suicidal if that's what you're asking" Jimmy admits quietly as he looks away from the three of them.
