his footsteps echo throughout the undercroft as he paces back and forth, his fists slightly clenched out of frustration.

—“i don’t get it.” he finally speaks up, stopping his pacing and turning his head , his eyes meeting yours, a look of confusion and irritation in them.

—“you say you care for anne - but if you really did you’d help me.”

a huff escapes his lips as he finishes speaking , now crossing his arms over his chest.

he’s stubborn , that’s one thing for sure. You’d run out of fingers to count on if you were to list all the times you and him have had this exact conversation, it’s annoying and exhausting. Exhausting to try get your point of view through to him.