I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Rich in experience certainly, but it's been a hot minute since Ronin was wealthy in the traditional sense of the word. Still, it's that very experience that turns him into a sort of brick wall as the stranger before him trips, and rather than side-stepping or, worst case scenario, being shoved, he's all but immovable against the sudden body almost colliding with his own. Hells, he even has the instinct to reach out and try to steady her balance.
"No need to apologise - I should have been paying more attention anyway," he says, his tone not dissimilar from a man coming out of a dream. Blinking a couple of times as if to refocus on the now rather than the past, his gaze moves past the stranger to the pothole. "Oh, I bet it's got plenty of reasons why. Family to feed, job to do, all that jazz." With a lopsided smile, he glances down at her ankle.
"Are you okay, though?"
"No need to apologise - I should have been paying more attention anyway," he says, his tone not dissimilar from a man coming out of a dream. Blinking a couple of times as if to refocus on the now rather than the past, his gaze moves past the stranger to the pothole. "Oh, I bet it's got plenty of reasons why. Family to feed, job to do, all that jazz." With a lopsided smile, he glances down at her ankle.
"Are you okay, though?"
RONIN
