"Aaah, I'm starving! Let's sit down and eat first, yeah?" Lane took off his shoes, tossed his jacket onto the hangers, and walked straight to the dining room, carrying the takeout bag in his hand.
His right hand, even though his right arm had been terribly injured not too long ago and still wasn't fully healed, but that didn't seem to matter to Lane.
Not that the takeout bag was all that heavy, since it only contained a light late-night meal for him and Damien, but still. Damien couldn't help but stare at Lane's arm with concern. Since Lane showed little to no concern for his own health, he had to make up for it by worrying twice as much.
