[Even though he's worried, he still takes his sweet, precious time getting there. What is he supposed to say? "Sorry I pointed my gun at you except I'm not really sorry at all"? Eh, that would be a place to start...
He gives up trying to think of the right thing to say just before he appears down the road from where his brother is lounging; whatever needs to be said, the words will come without any effort, even if they're words that he'll come to regret later.
He doesn't call out as he approaches, but he doesn't attempt to make his footsteps any softer, either.]
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He gives up trying to think of the right thing to say just before he appears down the road from where his brother is lounging; whatever needs to be said, the words will come without any effort, even if they're words that he'll come to regret later.
He doesn't call out as he approaches, but he doesn't attempt to make his footsteps any softer, either.]