Aesop wasn’t a man you got annoyed with often. he kept to himself, a man of few words to everyone, including his partner; you.

hours of difficult matches had caught up to you, and when he stalked over to silently greet, you just snapped.

and he doesn’t say a word. you would’ve thought you hadn’t said anything by the way he holds your gaze.

but you know him. he’s just letting you get it out of your system.