(It is when you just go on and on talking to yourself really.)
(I realized that after I posted. XD)
Den sighs. He had been right, she didn't really have an excuse for the way she had treated him the last few years. No excuse at all. But maybe, just maybe, she could change that. They could be friends again... Something more, even.
She pauses, shaking her head, unsure how she had come across the last idea. He was a slave. Perhaps they could rebuild their friendship, but anything more... She doubted he would be willing to.
Soon, he woke up. He felt refreshed and into his senses. He tried to move and winced because of his arm. He had forgotten about that.
Den glances over, quickly looking away again and sighing. By then, self-loathing and anger had replaced the pain in her eyes.
He struggled to get up, failing and wincing each time. It hurt too much almost. He finally forced himself. He closed his eyes briefly then opened then, seeing if he could find anything to do to avoid conversation.
"About time you woke up," Den says quietly, glancing over and smiling weakly before looking back at the jungle and sighing. He's never going to forgive me... I ruined everything long ago.
"I'm going to go find us some food" he said. He took the spear and walked into the jungle.
Den frowns, spotting the bow and arrows and grabbing them. She follows him, shaking her head. "Not alone, you're not. You're at a disadvantage if something attacks you again."
"Stay back to protect he base please" he said a little irritated.
"You're the one who's hurt," Den argues.
( (Bump) )
( (Bump) )
"And?" he asked roughly.
Den flinches, taking a step back. "Fine. Go get yourself killed. See if I care."
"Good. Even if I die I'll finally by out of the torture of listening to you. Now wait here" he growled as he began walking.
Den sighs, running her hands through her hair in frustration. Once he was finally out of sight, she turned on her heel, walking the other way and only pausing at the makeshift camp long enough to leave the bow and arrows before continuing on.
He cut down some fruits and vegetables as well as some firewood. He sighed, leaning against a tree. Was he being too mean to her. She was just trying to help after all.