What had hurt him that day was... well, it was a number of things, and none that he could pinpoint without taking the next ten minutes to quietly think through his thoughts. He'd wanted her to take Divination with him, but he certainly couldn't blame her for not. It was her classwork and her decision, so he didn't think that was what upset him. Or was it?
"I don't think it was anything that could be fixed. It was.." He tried to think back on the conversation. She'd been her normal blunt self, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. "... Nothing. Nothing I can put my finger on in the present at least." Could they please stop talking about this? He wasn't ready to discuss emotions with Sloane Bixby—not when his emotions towards her were currently a ball of confusion.
"It's fine now. Really. There's nothing on the subject to discuss." And yet, his cheeks flushed pink and he felt even more irritated than before. This was going to be a long year.
"We should probably get back. The sun's setting over the horizon now." He would have to endure the painful silence during the walk back to the castle, but it was better than sitting here.
"I don't think it was anything that could be fixed. It was.." He tried to think back on the conversation. She'd been her normal blunt self, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. "... Nothing. Nothing I can put my finger on in the present at least." Could they please stop talking about this? He wasn't ready to discuss emotions with Sloane Bixby—not when his emotions towards her were currently a ball of confusion.
"It's fine now. Really. There's nothing on the subject to discuss." And yet, his cheeks flushed pink and he felt even more irritated than before. This was going to be a long year.
"We should probably get back. The sun's setting over the horizon now." He would have to endure the painful silence during the walk back to the castle, but it was better than sitting here.
