he hasnโt been purposely avoiding talbot since their tense conversation in the lecture theatre. thereโs just... a dutiful care that kitโs been taking in walking around corners a little faster when he sees a familiar head of curly brown hair. or leaving the house just a few minutes later when theyโre due toย have lectures together - precautionary measures, of course.ย
but kit lacks foresight. and as he stands at the small buffet table to grab some food, itโs almost as if octaviaโs ghost has intervened in making this happen just to see the unabashed look of a deer-in-headlights that he gets when his knuckles collide when reaching for the same spoon as the person beside him; the sorry that falters and is never spoken as it catches in his throat with a glance in the otherโs direction. because kit knows now just how wrong he was. โoh. griffith.โ his cheeks are tinged with embarrassment, his free hand reaching up to brush at the heat uncomfortably. suddenly the thought of facing talbot in a corridor was more welcome. at least then maybe then he would have been able to feign the same kind of confidence heโd had when sparring with him. instead, heโs uncharacteristically squirming as he nudges his head to the bowl before them, โ... you go first.โ ( @talgriffithโ )
