He wasn't sure if conversation was bound to make his dancing worse or better, and in honesty he wasn't paying much attention to his movement—not as she spoke. His gaze snapped back on hers, a sudden wave of emotion overwhelming him. "I'm not cross with you," he muttered in a low yet harsh voice. He wasn't cross with her... not exactly. He wasn't angry, or annoyed. Not really. Sure, Sisse had hurt Sloane's feelings, and sure he'd quickly realized that Sisse—sweet, prim, and sometimes uncomfortably proper Sisse—had been crushing on him, but that didn't mean he was cross with her. "I'm... disappointed. Sad," he mumbled instead, which wasn't not true.
He kept his voice low, but he didn't expect anyone to be listening anyways. There were plenty of awkward mumblings going on around them, and Professor Benwick circled them every few moments. He managed to keep them in place... for now.
"I wish you wouldn't hold it against her. She hasn't done anything wrong," he continued quietly, his eyes flashing to the rest of their friends as they passed them. Nothing had been the same since that day. He hated it.
He kept his voice low, but he didn't expect anyone to be listening anyways. There were plenty of awkward mumblings going on around them, and Professor Benwick circled them every few moments. He managed to keep them in place... for now.
"I wish you wouldn't hold it against her. She hasn't done anything wrong," he continued quietly, his eyes flashing to the rest of their friends as they passed them. Nothing had been the same since that day. He hated it.
