Flycatcher Downs if i ever leave, i could learn to miss you

blue eyes meet teal after alamar finally settles into a position that he deems comfortable enough—far from his usual outlandish stretch. what he finds is an expression that reads “kicked puppy”, expressing hurt and sorrow beyond words. alamar stares back, eyebrows tucking downward again—dumbfounded why jaime is looking at him like that.
it takes him back to tossing the pup aside, a cold shoulder given and the shattering that fell after. he wants to ignore it, wishes he could, but his heart resides on the sleeve that jaime tugs at. a wordless pull—gentle enough that alamar knows he’s testing him.
what’s up? the long silence finally broken.