he walks away and leaves me once again
He never did return that high-five.
~"What's that in aid of?"~
Like you've never seen an open palm, you mudder. Simple reasoning would bring you round to the intended conclusion, wouldn't it? When people reach out a hand, you take it - you offer yours. Is that really so surprising?
Lanz tried not to let it bother him. But every time Taion turned away, rechecking glasses upon bridge of upturned nose, staring at saffronia trees, the Kevesi muscle got a little more worried the Agnian brains were gunning to split, quick-as-good.
Not a traitor, just a loner.
And which was worse?