[ They both know that; by now, while they're not close nor are they even friends, they know each other well enough. Faust just doesn't like Owen being... well. Himself.
That question puts a lump in his throat. Despite himself, he feels warmth creep up the back of his neck. As transparent as Faust is with his feelings, that scowl combined with the color in his cheeks tells a story, doesn't it? ]
You shouldn't try to pry into things that are none of your business. Then again, that's how Northern wizards are, right?
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I don't need you to tell me I need to "unwind."
[ They both know that; by now, while they're not close nor are they even friends, they know each other well enough. Faust just doesn't like Owen being... well. Himself.
That question puts a lump in his throat. Despite himself, he feels warmth creep up the back of his neck. As transparent as Faust is with his feelings, that scowl combined with the color in his cheeks tells a story, doesn't it? ]
You shouldn't try to pry into things that are none of your business. Then again, that's how Northern wizards are, right?