[Martin's gotten good at not flinching when someone snaps at him, and that's not even something that can be attributed to Roland alone. A lifetime of a... well, very difficult mother (and even in his own mind he tries hard not to betray his real thoughts on her) has left him hyperaware of other people's irritation, regardless of whether it's aimed at him.
That doesn't mean he can stop a wince flicking across his face, at the sheer unexpectedness of it from someone he'd rather gratefully slotted as "too above it all for that", or how his fingers curls tighter around the gun's grip. He takes a slow breath, trying not to make it sound sharp.]
I don't know my father's face, Roland. I really, honestly don't.
[He removes his trigger finger and lowers his gun as he turns to look at the gunslinger.]
Are you alright? You're not normally this... [His gun hand twitches, but he remembers to gesture up and down the man with his free hand.] ...on edge?
BANG BANG BANG
That doesn't mean he can stop a wince flicking across his face, at the sheer unexpectedness of it from someone he'd rather gratefully slotted as "too above it all for that", or how his fingers curls tighter around the gun's grip. He takes a slow breath, trying not to make it sound sharp.]
I don't know my father's face, Roland. I really, honestly don't.
[He removes his trigger finger and lowers his gun as he turns to look at the gunslinger.]
Are you alright? You're not normally this... [His gun hand twitches, but he remembers to gesture up and down the man with his free hand.] ...on edge?