[He hears the leaves crunching from behind and tries to turn to see who's approaching...
Then that voice, which he recognizes too readily. He freezes. A look of sheer panic flashes across his face before quickly fleeing behind a weak mask of anger. He wasn't ready to see her face-to-face. He just can't. Not now, maybe not ever. He had barely decided that he could, maybe, handle their conversations over the journal. Then Martel had left, and suddenly it was too much to deal with. Fear won out. One step forward, another step back in the direction he'd come from.
And this isn't anonymous. Nor can he run from it.]
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Then that voice, which he recognizes too readily. He freezes. A look of sheer panic flashes across his face before quickly fleeing behind a weak mask of anger. He wasn't ready to see her face-to-face. He just can't. Not now, maybe not ever. He had barely decided that he could, maybe, handle their conversations over the journal. Then Martel had left, and suddenly it was too much to deal with. Fear won out. One step forward, another step back in the direction he'd come from.
And this isn't anonymous. Nor can he run from it.]
Stay away!