Cuthbert considered that for a moment, then shrugged, tossing the pebble he was holding from hand to hand. Some of his grace was gone, dulled by the cold, but it gave him something to keep his eyes on, and that was a lot easier than looking at her. Or at anything important, really.
"Worry about me all you want. Just keep it to yourself." He clenched his jaw for a moment, his shoulders hunched. "In return, I promise not to throw stones at your cat if it creeps up on me."
Actually, part of him rather wished it would. Animal company might not be so bad, just now. All the warmth and not-alone of having someone there, without people's bothersome need to talk about feelings. You could talk to a cat and it wouldn't judge you or pity you or ask you what you meant.
His cold-numbed fingers fumbled the stone, and he cursed as he dropped it on the path, but didn't move to pick it up. Instead, he put his hand to his throat, touching where the crow skull had once hung.
"I used to have the Lookout for this," he mused aloud, almost as if he'd forgotten she was there. "Could use his advice right about now."
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"Worry about me all you want. Just keep it to yourself." He clenched his jaw for a moment, his shoulders hunched. "In return, I promise not to throw stones at your cat if it creeps up on me."
Actually, part of him rather wished it would. Animal company might not be so bad, just now. All the warmth and not-alone of having someone there, without people's bothersome need to talk about feelings. You could talk to a cat and it wouldn't judge you or pity you or ask you what you meant.
His cold-numbed fingers fumbled the stone, and he cursed as he dropped it on the path, but didn't move to pick it up. Instead, he put his hand to his throat, touching where the crow skull had once hung.
"I used to have the Lookout for this," he mused aloud, almost as if he'd forgotten she was there. "Could use his advice right about now."