He didn’t reply for a moment before turning back to his maps, continuing his work. “It’s fine. I’ll see you later.”
She nodded uncertainly. "Okay. I love you," she said quietly, before leaving and shutting the door behind her.
He opened the door. His fingers, long and calloused, rested lightly on the doorknob. His dark curls flopped over his eyes, contrasting starkly with his white tunic, a large linen bag slung over his shoulder. He hesitated in the doorway, not looking at her. His free hand rubbed the back of his neck before dropping past the four freckles on his collarbone that were arranged like a constellation. Finally, he took a deep breath and his gaze flickered up to her and he opened his mouth to speak before pausing. "...what are you doing?"
He tilted his head, observing her thoughtfully. He spoke with a strange sense of calm, but he asked his question as if he wasn't sure he wanted to hear her answer. "Angry? Why?"
He tilted his head, choosing his words carefully. Adjusting his bag on his shoulder, he paused before speaking. "We're docking later tonight. When we get there, I'm leaving. I'm going on land and staying there."
