( She won't even look at him. The realization makes his stomach sink a little, and he ignores the tight, knotting feeling that comes with it. )
...Are you leaving again?
( His voice is a little softer. Not just leaving him here, right now, but... not going to the tree house? His eyes drift down to the spear in his hand with nowhere else to look, tracing the pattern of it over. )
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...Are you leaving again?
( His voice is a little softer. Not just leaving him here, right now, but... not going to the tree house? His eyes drift down to the spear in his hand with nowhere else to look, tracing the pattern of it over. )