I walk over, pull off my cloak to shake the rain off, lay it down in the space beside the nearest boulder to dry off, then sit down to face him. He’s already hunched there, tending to his little creation and adding some chunkier bits of woof to make it bigger and hotter. He looks so gentle this way. Handsome, peaceful…not at all like someone I should stay mad at.
“I’m sorry I was such a psycho….. this whole thing has been…. hard,” I admit with defeat, still melancholy about some home truths I came to face while arguing with him. “I’m sorry I beat you up. I’m sorry I took out all my hurt feelings on you. It’s not your fault, and I'm grateful that you decided to help me.”
Kaelin pauses, body held taut for a second, mid-poking at the flames, and he seems to sigh gently before sitting back a
