@gravisade * (There’s something unfamiliar in Caleb’s eyes. Whether it’s possession or obsession, such foggy emotions were undistinguishable. Eméle barely had anytime to process it, should he even feel the need to be guilty? This was on Caleb, and he was too stubborn to admit that he was being over—protective as always.) What’s that supposed to mean? (It comes out weaker than intended. Skin flushes with frustration, a small sigh escapes as a hand comes to his face. Dragging down to his very temple, he watches the Commander carefully.) I hardly recognize us anymore, (He’s the one to tear his gaze away first. Ironic, when he’s the one who hoped for eye contact in the first place.) I want food, let’s go. (Perhaps it was just better to brush this off, and so the hunter does just that. Hoping to fill in this empty space with something more familiar, more mundane. Simple, just as it was before.)