Whitefish River Wheat kings and pretty things

Despite her words, he was not defeated by them. With a light chuckle, he added softly, You never ask about me, nor do you ever seem interested. Noting all the times she simply treated him like an annoyance, not even seeming glad he was back after being lost - more so of a pest who had found its way back into the crevices of the pack's, and her's, walls. Sure he could be coming on as annoying, she had every right to think so, what he did and say didn't always sit well with everyone, but it was his way of coming off as friendly, and his own way of trying to make sure she knew of his feelings for her as clear as the day itself. 

I've been here for over half a year, did you even notice?