Amalia
But they are not the type of friends who share their scars, and Adam has made that clear. It hurts a little, to be shut out, to learn that she stands somewhere other than expected.
It hurts, but it does not surprise her. She is accustomed to closed doors.
"No, it's okay." She smiles shakily, sympathy and empathy in her drawn brows, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his shoulder, a flickering reassurance despite her wavering insecurity. "If you ever do want to talk, though..." The baker shrugs, the offer left open. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
They carry on in fitful silence. Amalia knows she ought not to care: it is for him and him alone to divulge his secrets, and there are countless things she hasn't told him, likely never would. She ought to say something, to lighten the mood, to show that she does not begrudge him his secrets.
She ought to, but she isn't given the chance. Somehow, today, Adam is more mature.
Coring a little, the baker glances sidelong at her friend, a small pleased smile on her lips. "Sometimes. He's surprisingly skilled with his hands." She leaves the comme t open to his interpretation, laughing lightly as they make their way back to the settlement for dinner
It hurts, but it does not surprise her. She is accustomed to closed doors.
"No, it's okay." She smiles shakily, sympathy and empathy in her drawn brows, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his shoulder, a flickering reassurance despite her wavering insecurity. "If you ever do want to talk, though..." The baker shrugs, the offer left open. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
They carry on in fitful silence. Amalia knows she ought not to care: it is for him and him alone to divulge his secrets, and there are countless things she hasn't told him, likely never would. She ought to say something, to lighten the mood, to show that she does not begrudge him his secrets.
She ought to, but she isn't given the chance. Somehow, today, Adam is more mature.
Coring a little, the baker glances sidelong at her friend, a small pleased smile on her lips. "Sometimes. He's surprisingly skilled with his hands." She leaves the comme t open to his interpretation, laughing lightly as they make their way back to the settlement for dinner
