Moonspear when they come for you, i will shield your name

oh. 

terance stared quietly at rannoch, his brows furrowing for a brief moment before his gaze averted and he gave a heavy shrug. "not... uh, not really," he responded sort of quietly, "but like-- we're just both busy, i get it, she just can't really hang all the time."  that was the best excuse terance had-- it was the only excuse he had. it was the same thing every time. we're busy, i'm busy, she's busy, there's too much going on, life's too crazy right now. busy. how ignorant could he get? 

a small, unsettling realization fell over him. his ears splayed, but he didn't voice his concern...