His expression softened a little and he sighed, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Okay. Never mind.”
“I’m actually secretly grateful,” he confided, sitting back down next to her. “What about light? Can you make a light?”
He watched her for a moment before they would hear someone clearing their throat outside the door. Puck stood there, his expression stormy. “I’ve been assigned to the Faerie for his interrogation,” he said sharply.
Calliope looked up, her expression immediately going back to its anxious state. She looked a little upset as well, but stood up, going to leave the cell. "Fine. But I'm staying out here."
His expression changed for the briefest of seconds and she would know him well enough to recognize the hurt that crossed his features. It quickly left though, and anger replaced it. He opened his mouth to reply before Ben spoke. “It’s alright, Cal,” he said gently. “It’s private. It’s okay.” Puck tensed a little at the nickname, but didn’t respond.
She faltered a bit at his change of expression, but only looked down, leaving the cell and the two of them alone.
