( there's an odd discrepancy between the idea nothing had changed and the fact things should have changed. is he wrong to think that sex should have made everything between them different? not wrong, or bad, though perhaps more strained. it simply seemed to be too much to simply brush under the rug, to pretend it hadn't happened. he remembers it too clearly to pretend, finds echoes of the way she made him feel even when she's nowhere near him too easily.
then again, neither of them seem to be pretending, so much as ignoring. did it make it easier to not mention? hard to say, when it made silence gap so wide between them, and it'd been much easier to fill before.
he leaves her to finish, figuring he'll see her at least once before she goes to bed. it is simply expectation that pushes him away from the bedroom and towards the couch. the bed is her space, he doesn't intend to intrude on it. he's not unhappy to sleep on the couch, either, it just seems a lot to assume. something about the bed is rather formal, compared to the dirty ground and a cold tent floor. he's at least mildly distracted when she ghosts back into the living room. the wolf finally out of his sheep's clothing looks nearly as dog-like as he did in disguise when he's lolling about in the huntsman's lap for belly rubs.
he looks confused when she mentions he needs to get thrown out of bed before he sleeps on the couch. ) I didn't mean— Did you want to sleep here? ( that's not at all what she meant, Graham, but okay. Brother slinks off his lap and trots off toward the bedroom, and it goes without saying that leaving it empty that long means the wolves are taking it over. you should have taken your claim while you still could, Emma. )
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then again, neither of them seem to be pretending, so much as ignoring. did it make it easier to not mention? hard to say, when it made silence gap so wide between them, and it'd been much easier to fill before.
he leaves her to finish, figuring he'll see her at least once before she goes to bed. it is simply expectation that pushes him away from the bedroom and towards the couch. the bed is her space, he doesn't intend to intrude on it. he's not unhappy to sleep on the couch, either, it just seems a lot to assume. something about the bed is rather formal, compared to the dirty ground and a cold tent floor. he's at least mildly distracted when she ghosts back into the living room. the wolf finally out of his sheep's clothing looks nearly as dog-like as he did in disguise when he's lolling about in the huntsman's lap for belly rubs.
he looks confused when she mentions he needs to get thrown out of bed before he sleeps on the couch. ) I didn't mean— Did you want to sleep here? ( that's not at all what she meant, Graham, but okay. Brother slinks off his lap and trots off toward the bedroom, and it goes without saying that leaving it empty that long means the wolves are taking it over. you should have taken your claim while you still could, Emma. )