[ Matt could have figured that Silco would be waiting for him. For a few minutes, sitting miserably with Flora, he'd almost forgotten the man existed. But as smoke hit him in the face, prompting a sputter and a wave of his hand, that ugly reality set back in. Matt's eyes slid to Silco's face, an unwonted glint in them of storm or steel. His spine straightened. People who'd known his mother would have recognized this look as one that belonged to her, somewhere between "you can't speak to me that way" and "I want to talk to a manager."
Matt breathed in, tasting ash. Let the breath out slowly. ]
Yeah. I know what you thought.
[ He could guess, at least.
What Matt wanted more than anything right now was to get back to the inn and take a bath and just cry for a while. Staring into space could potentially be substituted for the crying, he was flexible on that score, but the main point was--he had no desire to stay here. He started walking, hoping Silco wouldn't follow. ]
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Matt breathed in, tasting ash. Let the breath out slowly. ]
Yeah. I know what you thought.
[ He could guess, at least.
What Matt wanted more than anything right now was to get back to the inn and take a bath and just cry for a while. Staring into space could potentially be substituted for the crying, he was flexible on that score, but the main point was--he had no desire to stay here. He started walking, hoping Silco wouldn't follow. ]