Northstar Vale the wish i whispered when it all began – (dmn?)

Have you? A breath hitches in his throat and he can speak no more. It was already bad enough he'd been thinking about the little trip all last night and throughout the day, now he was urged to speak about it? Even if he wanted to he doubted he could bring himself to do so.

No. The dismissal is quick and sharp, almost subconscious. It took him a moment to realize the edge in his tone and he tried to brush it off with a little laugh. It was nothing. Really. Just— just a trip.