Silver Creek waiting for a passing feeling

something about the way uka answers feels wishy-washy, but del isn't the sort to push with those he doesn't know well. his expression sours again anyway, just slightly. somehow he has come to the conclusion, despite his air of ambivalence, that the man's placement in the pack is tied to him. if uka leaves delight is a failure; if uka stays delight is tortured by his presence. poor unfortunate soul is he.

oblivious to his internal catastrophe, his pack-mate turns to the water once more and offers to watch the fish or something. "i was literally doing just that," he says, annoyed. then he realises it's a peace offering and flushes, embarrassed. "butum, it is nice to watch them, yeah." he does not add, the water reminds me of mato, sensing it will be used against him immediately to admit such sentimental tidings. he shifts a little, indicating uka could find a place beside him to watch. he hopes the older male will shut up and watch quietly - maybe they can get along if neither is talking.