There are a few stages to it. First: awaiting the punchline, eyebrows raised a little, eyes trained on Stephen's face. When the punchline doesn't come, this turns, slowly, into a narrowing of confusion, lines sketching across his brow and in the corners of his mouth. Then, something a little harder, a little more tired as he comes to accept that Stephen is totally serious, that he's actually talking about --
"Doc, come on. You're saying that if I don't act like a freshman on spring break, I'm going to turn into a.. monster?"
He holds his hands up, palms to the sky as if waiting for a reasonable explanation fall into them. Lets out an incredulous little laugh, a last shred of hope that Stephen's going to dissolve and tell him he's just yanking his chain, paying him back for knocking over the Ancient Jar of Toledo or whatever.
"Come on, I'm not Banner. Though really he's the other way around. But then again, if he's not getting any, he's probably going to be pretty angry about it --"
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"Doc, come on. You're saying that if I don't act like a freshman on spring break, I'm going to turn into a.. monster?"
He holds his hands up, palms to the sky as if waiting for a reasonable explanation fall into them. Lets out an incredulous little laugh, a last shred of hope that Stephen's going to dissolve and tell him he's just yanking his chain, paying him back for knocking over the Ancient Jar of Toledo or whatever.
"Come on, I'm not Banner. Though really he's the other way around. But then again, if he's not getting any, he's probably going to be pretty angry about it --"