Greatwater Lake When that’s all behind us

The bluntness of his tone had taken her by surprise, gaze faltering until she'd opted for just looking elsewhere entirely. She had felt it necessary to apologize, some sector of her conscious state having deemed her behavior as being unfair. For though he'd told her to stay, it had been her responsibility to think in a clearer way and act based upon that, but she hadn't. She'd allowed for herself to be influenced by how comfortable she felt around him, which had lead to something she'd have assumed he'd regret—yet, he hadn't.

Asterr peeked back in his direction, searching for his gaze, and then discovering the words to be true once she'd met it. He'd spoken not with the purpose of easing her mind, but with an intensity she'd found to be a rare thing. "I–," she paused, stumbling over her own voice for a moment. "I had assumed that you would want to forget about it." It was her own fault for having assumed something, she supposed.