He didn't care. He shouldn't care. This was all... well, it was no big deal. They were friends—maybe just acquaintances, really—and there was no reason to get so worked up. She had no reason to get so worked up. He continued to tell himself that as he took a number of deep breaths, trying to keep control of his emotions in this situation where there was so much he could (but very clearly shouldn't) say.
"No longer than two weeks," he responding, shrugging. It had been eight days. He'd read her first letter eight days ago, and had subsequently ignored the rest. Nothing in them really mattered. They'd talked so much about moving past this incident, and writing to each other every other day wasn't exactly a good way to get past it. "Not sure why you'd think I'm in any position to go wandering into dangerous situations anyways." He glanced down at his bare feet, which were still bandaged, and his palms, which were now unbandaged and left his missing finger visible.
"I'd like to know how you figured out my address, though. I don't have visitors often," he added, brows raised. A good subject change.
"No longer than two weeks," he responding, shrugging. It had been eight days. He'd read her first letter eight days ago, and had subsequently ignored the rest. Nothing in them really mattered. They'd talked so much about moving past this incident, and writing to each other every other day wasn't exactly a good way to get past it. "Not sure why you'd think I'm in any position to go wandering into dangerous situations anyways." He glanced down at his bare feet, which were still bandaged, and his palms, which were now unbandaged and left his missing finger visible.
"I'd like to know how you figured out my address, though. I don't have visitors often," he added, brows raised. A good subject change.
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