I didn’t say anything to him, mainly because I didn’t know what to say to him. It wasn’t like I was going to casually jump back into the conversation that we had been having before he had left, especially not when it had been as unpleasant as it had been. I wanted nothing more than to be able to leave, but simultaneously, I wanted to stay. I had no idea what my reasoning for the latter was, but the point remained that it triumphed. I was still here.
“I thought that I would have to go to your chambers to find you.”
His words were all the confirmation that I needed to know that I had been right, that he would have actually come after me if II hadn’t been here. It seems like I had saved him the effort, and saved myself the embarrassment of someone seeing him come into my ro
