Joseph was waiting for me in the exact same place I had left him. He seemed troubled. His eyes narrowed, his right eye twitching. His mouth was pressed into a thin line and his hands were balled into fists at his side. His muscles were coiled so tightly it looked like he was about to pounce on someone. This moment is where I see the warrior in him. He was no longer playful or smiling. He was nothing but tense, stoic and alert. His sword was even strapped to his back like he was waiting for an attack.
“Joseph?” I murmured as I stepped in front of him. “Are you alright?”
“Fine.” He hissed, taking my hand firmly in his. He dragged me out the door behind him, his grip tightening more and more as we went. It felt like he was going to break the bones in my hand. “Joseph.” I gasped, trying to
