These were mild consequences overall but Xu Shu still thinks, as he glances out the window and eyes where his car was supposed to be, that Daud is being a little over-the-top about this. Really, keeping the house monitored? Even after this many weeks? Yes, there was some level of recovery left to do but... it's not that much anymore. Not really.
(Xu Shu has worked out how he'd leave anyway, and how he'd get someone in that his father-figure disapproves of, but that's beside the point).
He spends a lot more time moving restlessly around the house, taking short bursts of exercise in-between his pacing and the breaks his body insists on. Cooking is a minor distraction but most of the time he sticks to simple fare that does enough and nothing more. There's too much on his mind that is yet to be resolved, a mix of things that could be sorted and things that probably never will; Daud is going to tell him off about this later, no doubt, because whoever gives him reports will no mention the movement. That's not even getting into 'Tenkai,' with whom Xu Shu needs to have a conversation at some point.
Sometimes he rubs his leg without thinking, the itching bothering him. Shallow wound it might have been but the curse that had afflicted it had done its work... there will be a scar. His fingers wander over the cloth of his trousers right now as he sighs and shifts his gaze from the car to the sky.
Day after day of this? At some point, no matter what Daud thinks, Xu Shu is going to just leave and turn up at work. It would be better if it doesn't come to that but there's only so much more of this he can take.
AFTERMATH
(Xu Shu has worked out how he'd leave anyway, and how he'd get someone in that his father-figure disapproves of, but that's beside the point).
He spends a lot more time moving restlessly around the house, taking short bursts of exercise in-between his pacing and the breaks his body insists on. Cooking is a minor distraction but most of the time he sticks to simple fare that does enough and nothing more. There's too much on his mind that is yet to be resolved, a mix of things that could be sorted and things that probably never will; Daud is going to tell him off about this later, no doubt, because whoever gives him reports will no mention the movement. That's not even getting into 'Tenkai,' with whom Xu Shu needs to have a conversation at some point.
Sometimes he rubs his leg without thinking, the itching bothering him. Shallow wound it might have been but the curse that had afflicted it had done its work... there will be a scar. His fingers wander over the cloth of his trousers right now as he sighs and shifts his gaze from the car to the sky.
Day after day of this? At some point, no matter what Daud thinks, Xu Shu is going to just leave and turn up at work. It would be better if it doesn't come to that but there's only so much more of this he can take.