[/html]It was so very wrong for Alder to place so much blame on Trent, and to allow his hurt feelings to be pushed back onto the other male without explanation. Yet Alder didn’t know why it bothered him so much, and if Trent confronted him the Marshal would not know what to say. It wasn’t about Strelein, it wasn’t about Silvano and the changes. It was about the fact that Trent had forgotten that Alder cared for him, forgotten that he had gone out of his way. He had forgotten, hadn’t he? Alder could not see that clearly though, the explanation was far from beyond his recognition and he resided to be passive aggressive and even evasive.
Trent called out to him, and Alder paused in his step. He did not turn to face him at first, but tried to exhale the confusion that resided in his chest. It didn’t matter what he thought and felt, Alder was being arrogant if he thought that it did. He turned a half step back towards the thin coymix and finished his sentence for him, want to make it better. His eyes were sullen, soft and sad. I hope it works. Alder added. But it was a lie.
He turned back around and continued back into the stables to finish with his work and keep up with the many chores that needed to be done. He felt guilt and pain from the lie, and from being so hot headed and angered. He couldn’t even tell why, why he was upset and why any of it even mattered. A growl came from his throat, hoping that Trent would not follow him and see his face in such a frown and twist of anger.
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