Stone Circle Wide eyes

He's not sure he likes the way Greyback's gaze lingers on him — it's not lecherous, but he thinks he can sense the barest hint of sadness behind it, and when the male closes his eyes and sighs it only intensifies the suspicion. No, he definitely doesn't like it; he's felt similarly too many times to easily dismiss the sense of guilt that creeps up on him.
He pushes the feeling away and tries to return the other's smile. He seems friendly — a little formal, but nice. The smile disappears when Greyback disagrees with his stupid, thoughtless comment on the weather, ears tilting back slightly as embarrassment washes over him. Yeah, um, I don't know why I said that — I hate the cold, He confesses, heat crawling up his cheeks and over the backs of his ears. Fortunately, Greyback's offer is a more than suitable change of subject. But, um — a walk sounds nice. I'd love to see more of the territory.