Coriolanus had returned from his time served in 12 as a peace keeper, but even though he was your bestfriend.. he wouldn’t give you want details on what happened. You saw it, and he knew if.. he had changed.

After a long and awkward gift exchange you sat on his bed, watching him work on a letter. He didn’t like your staring “You know you should really give people some privacy when writing something personal.” He said slightly coldly and irritatedly