She wasn't alright. She looked up at him with wide, panicked eyes, and though he'd normally assume he'd done something wrong, he'd been so careful not to upset her that he knew it couldn't possibly be him or his reading. She took off with a mumbled excuse, not towards the dormitories but the exit to the common room, and Cameron quickly dumped his things on the sofa to follow her.
His own eyes were wide and panicked as he followed her into the corridor, and despite her attempts to disappear it didn't take too long to find her.
"Sloane," he said, his hand encircling her wrist just as he caught up to her, giving her no way to flee. His brows furrowed together with worry, he scanned her face and her hair, which, to his confusion, was still changing colors. "Something's wrong. Did I say something?" She'd promised honesty once, and though they'd agreed not to fight over the smaller things, this sort of jumpiness didn't strike him as small.
His own eyes were wide and panicked as he followed her into the corridor, and despite her attempts to disappear it didn't take too long to find her.
"Sloane," he said, his hand encircling her wrist just as he caught up to her, giving her no way to flee. His brows furrowed together with worry, he scanned her face and her hair, which, to his confusion, was still changing colors. "Something's wrong. Did I say something?" She'd promised honesty once, and though they'd agreed not to fight over the smaller things, this sort of jumpiness didn't strike him as small.
