It's almost a singular talent of Wysteria's, managing to say something Ellis could not have expected even if he'd had a week to try and consider all the potential responses she might have decided upon.
"I'm angry?" he questions, startled confusion rattling the level moderation from his tone. His eyes leave the chickens as he half-turns towards her. "Who told you I was angry?"
If anything, he'd presumed Wysteria to be angry. Or worse, to be disappointed, or curious in a way that would inevitably mean Ellis would disappoint her. (He does not think of how sharp her voice had been in the dream. It was a dream.) He does not mention the closings of her letters, nor the suggestion of removing the chickens and all else from the house, simply stalls after the second question, watching her face.
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"I'm angry?" he questions, startled confusion rattling the level moderation from his tone. His eyes leave the chickens as he half-turns towards her. "Who told you I was angry?"
If anything, he'd presumed Wysteria to be angry. Or worse, to be disappointed, or curious in a way that would inevitably mean Ellis would disappoint her. (He does not think of how sharp her voice had been in the dream. It was a dream.) He does not mention the closings of her letters, nor the suggestion of removing the chickens and all else from the house, simply stalls after the second question, watching her face.