Swiftcurrent Creek who would trade that hum at night

so sorry for the wait! i got kinda stuck on my reply

Irritation floods him after a few seconds as the realization sinks in fully; he'd embarrassed himself in front of some girl, and he has no idea how to explain it away. Her apology fans the flames for a moment, but something about her demeanor keeps him from yelling the way he wants to. I wasn't talking to you, He snaps thoughtlessly, nonetheless rather prickly at what he perceives as a very rude intrusion. Why would I talk to some dumb girl? The words feel ugly as they leave him, and he almost wants to take them back — but then he remembers all the times he's been called a girl. She, her, daughter — I hate girls.