Wheeling Gull Isle stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me

the brief, painful silence is enough to kick him into pulling himself together. somewhat. the space aiolos puts between them helps, and jaime manages to start following him without much of a hitch. that smile, though — aw, hell. he really needs to stop making heart-eyes at this dude. but no one has ever cared about his skill at reading weather patterns before, and jaime can feel himself sinking deeper into the hole he's dug. oh, um, really? yes. words. good. everyone else i've met thought it was useless. but he doesn't think about them anymore. nope. definitely not.