[ He nods as he stands. Stoking the fire is easy enough, by now, and takes much less concentration than it did before. Practice makes perfect, he supposes, and with the colder weather setting in, he's had a decent amount of practice. Might as well make himself useful, after all, when he offers little with his presence.
He feels the expectant weight of her gaze on him, though, and he pauses, waits for her to say whatever is still on her mind. An apology hadn't been what he was expecting, and for a second, he pauses, looks down at the wooden floor to collect his thoughts. ]
'S fine.
[ is what he decides on. Assuming one uses a very loose definition for the word "fine." There was a lot wrong with his situation, but— he makes do. As he always has. As he always does.
He shrugs, tipping his head slightly to one side, as if to say, What can you do? ]
Let's not go makin' somethin' out of nothin', alright?
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He feels the expectant weight of her gaze on him, though, and he pauses, waits for her to say whatever is still on her mind. An apology hadn't been what he was expecting, and for a second, he pauses, looks down at the wooden floor to collect his thoughts. ]
'S fine.
[ is what he decides on. Assuming one uses a very loose definition for the word "fine." There was a lot wrong with his situation, but— he makes do. As he always has. As he always does.
He shrugs, tipping his head slightly to one side, as if to say, What can you do? ]
Let's not go makin' somethin' out of nothin', alright?