Sincerity had the potential to hurt, and not simply others. Ezekiel’s torrent of emotions were all carefully focused inside, allowing only the charm to show itself. Anger was the second most common, rising when he lacked the tact to show feelings. He did not understand how to do such a thing. Worry and regret had done nothing for him, so outward came the war and the strife. The scars over his eye and the broken ribs had shattered whatever hope he had of staying gold.
Ezekiel was pleased by her response, and equally pleased that they would have time to rest. His body did not show the strain of the morning, but he felt the tension in his muscles and knew that the events unfolding behind him would not take long to catch up. Alaine directed him to an empty room, her subtle warning he might stay inside until she returned a suggestion he agreed with. There were enough remains of whoever the last tenant had been to suit him. With the sun streaming in though a glassless window, Ezekiel made himself comfortable and was swiftly asleep.
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