[ He’s been silent for days, and truth be told, it’s been no real trouble. He’s spoken to Bree and to Fergus and the dogs—but he really has missed Claire, even if he won’t admit to it.
That doesn’t mean he’s pleased to see her when he bursts through the wall of corn, though. He’s so ridiculously stubborn, and he really doesn’t want to be the one who gives in, even if his anger has calmed o a simmer. He busies himself with brushing the bits and pieces of plant off of his fine black clothing, buying himself time to decide if he truly wants to respond or not.
He shrugs, and actually does give a verbal response. ]
no subject
That doesn’t mean he’s pleased to see her when he bursts through the wall of corn, though. He’s so ridiculously stubborn, and he really doesn’t want to be the one who gives in, even if his anger has calmed o a simmer. He busies himself with brushing the bits and pieces of plant off of his fine black clothing, buying himself time to decide if he truly wants to respond or not.
He shrugs, and actually does give a verbal response. ]
Just you.