"Then I don't think we have anything we can talk about for now. I just... If I were him, I'd want to know as soon as possible... right?"
He nodded slightly to himself before brushing of his hand of invisible dirt. “Right. So you need to go talk to him.”
He sighed and looked over at her. His eyes were almost golden in the winter light and he cocked his head. "It will be alright, Cal. You'll see."
He watched her leave before sighing and putting his head in his hands. “Oh, Arlo,” he muttered to himself. “What have you done?”
Callie opened the door, a somber expression on her face as she set her things down. Landon called out to her from the other room with a cheerful voice. When she didn't reply, he joined her, obviously concerned. She looked up at him with a dreadful sigh. "We need to talk.'
(Yeah!) Val stretched out on the couch of her hotel room, looking up at the ceiling in silence. She sighed before sitting up, feeling restless.
