[Barnaby fell into silence at that question, green eyes darting elsewhere as he recalled the whirlwind of that horrendously long winter day last December. The cooling weather was a subtle reminder of the holidays approaching, and he was determined to ignore them as he had year after year before. There was little to be happy about during the season (although he did admit that he was fond of the odd gatherings that the offices of Apollon Media held every year). He pulled his hand out of her grasp and once more picked up his pen and notepad, but he only held them on the table.
The question was too much for him to deal with, and far too soon. She was his friend (and his sister) but this wasn't a subject that he was willing to elaborate on yet.]
I already told you what happened. [His tone was brisk.] When I found you on the roof.
[Broken and battered from saving them all, counterpointing his own emotional turmoil from that incident that still lingered even a month later.]
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The question was too much for him to deal with, and far too soon. She was his friend (and his sister) but this wasn't a subject that he was willing to elaborate on yet.]
I already told you what happened. [His tone was brisk.] When I found you on the roof.
[Broken and battered from saving them all, counterpointing his own emotional turmoil from that incident that still lingered even a month later.]