Our pace is slow, given I'm limping and moving like a snail, and he’s sulking and walking ahead ever since I told him I hadn’t changed my mind about pursuing Eve. I don’t know what his problem is.
No matter what he says, I refuse to believe anyone truly wants to be alone when there are people who love them and want them close. Eve doesn’t really want to do this, and if I left her, I would never forgive myself.
Watching him walk ahead in the darkness, the moon bright enough tonight and the sky clear enough to actually see, I'm miffed at him. He hasn’t said one word to me since he came back to the cave this morning, nor all day, nor for the past three hours while walking. Just glares, silence, eating apart, and keeping ten steps ahead of me so I can’t say a word to him.
Juvenile.
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