[While she misses the hardened look in his eyes, there are other things that she notices. His silence, for one, is particularly felt in times when she is expecting a silly little quip in an attempt to make her smile when she gets frustrated with herself for tripping. The way that his touch lingers for longer, though that isn't so much strange as it is a little surprising.
When she sees him staring back at the shadows of the Uncharted, she watches him, wondering what might be going through his head in that moment. He's seemed rather distant all the way up in spite of his insistent closeness, like his mind was always anywhere but with her.
She doesn't even get the chance to respond to him before he's pulling her by the hand into the shade, and she can only stare at the back of his head with narrowed eyes.]
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When she sees him staring back at the shadows of the Uncharted, she watches him, wondering what might be going through his head in that moment. He's seemed rather distant all the way up in spite of his insistent closeness, like his mind was always anywhere but with her.
She doesn't even get the chance to respond to him before he's pulling her by the hand into the shade, and she can only stare at the back of his head with narrowed eyes.]
And I still am worried about you.