Bearclaw Valley who hears you crying?

bYE, XAN. p.s. srry this shorter than a school girl’s skirt rIP

Alexander was, of course, oblivious to the ripple effects of his decisions; he didn’t look much farther than what was in front of him and, even then, he was often blind to feelings—even as he came across Indra, there was no exception to this. He slowed for a moment as he foresaw the crossing of their paths, giving her time to go elsewhere if she wished to do so. Either way, he’d offer her a slight nod, silently hoping to be able to just keep walking without a confrontation—because that was entirely, 100% possible and he wasn’t the least bit dumb for even considering it to be.