Athelstan shrugs Ragnar's hand off his shoulder, his body tensing. The build up of his own feelings and insecurities hed been hiding culminating in a quiet anger even if mostly at himself. He looked down at his sketch.
He doesnt answer, still moving the pencil even though he can't think anymore. He wants to lean into ragnar but Dodgers voice is still in his head.
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He doesnt answer, still moving the pencil even though he can't think anymore. He wants to lean into ragnar but Dodgers voice is still in his head.