[ he cringes a little when she makes to throw the bottle, and more when he hears it shatter; when he figures out that none of that results in any immediate injury to him, he finally relaxes, resting his head on his knees as he peers up at seviilia. ]
Where was I supposed to go? [ huff. you led him up stairs, man. accusingly, he adds: ] You ran off.
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Where was I supposed to go? [ huff. you led him up stairs, man. accusingly, he adds: ] You ran off.