“You’re right, I would have left as soon as I could,” Holsten responded simply, “But if a note hadn’t been left before I was gone, I would have thought to send one by owl.” Why? Because he did care enough about their friendship, no matter how chaotic it may get, and wouldn’t want her to be left hanging. Something else could have happened and he’d have never known.
“Did you stop to think that maybe I was worried?” he added, not really sure if it was the best of things to say. It may seem like an admission of stronger feelings, feelings he’d never acknowledged before. If they were there, he wasn’t sure.
He rubbed at his face, the exhaustion growing more evident. “I’ll apologize for not telling you everything,” he said, eyes shifting to the ceiling, “But I’m not a liar.”
“Did you stop to think that maybe I was worried?” he added, not really sure if it was the best of things to say. It may seem like an admission of stronger feelings, feelings he’d never acknowledged before. If they were there, he wasn’t sure.
He rubbed at his face, the exhaustion growing more evident. “I’ll apologize for not telling you everything,” he said, eyes shifting to the ceiling, “But I’m not a liar.”