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As the door slammed shut behind her, Elizabeth jumped, startled, before she looked around as she heard Robert mutter again. As she saw the dent in the wall, her eyes widened again and she second-guessed her choice of following him. But then she saw the state of his hand, and her expression turned to concern for him, letting the feelings from their argument fade away. "Robert," she said quietly, not wanting to startle him even though part of her knew the very fact she was there might startle him. Moving over to where he was, she reached out to cradle his hand. "Why'd you do that?," she asked softly, looking up at him before moving a hand to reach for her wand. At least she had it, and it wasn't still back in her locker. She didn't know what exactly she could do, not being generally extraordinarily skilled at healing spells, but at least she could try. If he'd let her.
Robert paced back and forth irritated at himself, irritated at Liz, irritated at Mariska for the memories.... He ran his uninjured hand through his hair in frustration. Why... Why did it have to be Mariska of all people that his mind always compares things to. Her and Liz were as different as night and day. He reached his injured hand back again and was about to punch the wall again not caring that it would probably break his hand this time when he heard his name behind him. Turning around swiftly, his eyes wide in initial shock, before he regained himself and started to turn around. Feeling her move closer and take his hand he closed his eyes and turned to look at her. "Because a wall isn't a person and won't hurt anything but myself..." he whispered. He watched as she reached to grab her wand but didn't stop her. His jaw and uninjured fist was still slightly clenched but his anger was beginning to fade...slowly. His quick temper had always been a bad habit of his with anyone except his father.