Pointing Blame

Between the random odd and end tasks he found to keep himself moving he would glance toward Aranea while she spoke, allowing him to catch the grin she gave and how expressions shifted from one emotion to another. He lifted his brow with a curious glance when she mentioned that he reminded him of the man in Abaven - Allegro, as he was informed. He didn't know at first if that was a good connection or not until she gave a list of complements, making it impossible for him to keep one of his signature crooked grins from pulling at his lips. He chuckled softly and gave a little shake of his head, silently denying the labels she gave him as he pushed a roll of tanned leather toward the back of the shed. He had never done well with taking complements, even if they were just attributes she saw the two men display similarly.

He finally turned to face her again as she finished saying how Allegro watched the children while she did what she needed to do. He supposed he could understand that. Hadn't Azariah done something similar for him while he threw everything he had into helping Resin get their previous home fully built and fleshed out for the pack to live in? Of course he had always come back to them at night, but as long as the arrangement worked for the pair he couldn't find a fault with it. "He sounds like a good man," he commented with another smile. It was hard to read what her actual feelings about the Abaven male were, but that was not really his business. Whatever hints of something he might have picked up on were quickly dismissed in his mind as the over active imagination of a lonely man. "Perhaps I'll get the chance to meet him at some point. If you'd ever like some company on a trip up to Abaven let me know. I like to go visit the mangroves near there from time to time so it wouldn't be too out of the way for me."

He stepped out of the storage building and back into the sunlight, pushing the creaking door closed behind him. He looked in the direction that Ezra had ran from him with a slight frown. He debated if he should go try to find his son or not, but he ended up taking Aranea's words to heart. He didn't want to make a wound worse so he let it go, hoping he would see Ezra back home later in the evening instead. Perhaps by then he would have some time to cool down. He looked down at Aranea again, a soft smile pulling at his lips. "Thank you again for just... letting me talk. I have a hard time talking about this stuff, but you're very easy to talk to." He glanced toward the sky, noticing how it was already getting into the late afternoon. "I need to get my last patrol done before it gets too dark." Letting his pale gaze meet Aranea's one more time, he hesitated for a moment, words hanging on his lips. Maybe I'll see you later? "I'll see you around I'm sure," he finally settled on with smile before he made himself break away, trotting off toward the border.

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