'...hope she doesn't go hard on him,' Avendial stepped outside the hospital, tugging his shirt out of his pants as he did so. Loosening the fabric around him brought a wave of comfort, allowing him to relax.
Unbuttoning the upper button of his shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and a nonchalant look, his one hand resting in his pocket, he clearly appeared eye-catching.
Evidence from a few of the nurses and women around showed that they were glancing at him, which he was definitely aware of, but he needed to use all the available strength he had to influence their minds.
Naturally, he was just above the hierarchy in the present world, sitting at the highest point of the food chain, at least for a few more months—making him seem most likable for now.
Ignoring those things, he focused his eyes around as the reason he acted this way—unbuttoning his shirt, ruffling his hair, with the sleeves folded and a hand resting in his pocket.
