[ He looks annoyed for a moment. No use dwelling on it? He dwells on everything. Every little thing. Every tiny slight that’s ever been made against him, every “what if” or “maybe”. He’s twenty-one years old and he still doesn’t know who he’d like to be. What difference is another month or another year going to make?
He huffs, but he says nothing more on the matter. ]
no subject
He huffs, but he says nothing more on the matter. ]
Some are worse.
[ Jon. He means Jon. ]