[ It's over. Whatever tentative friendship had been blossoming between them is over, and even Bolin, who is blissfully ignorant of social etiquette most of the time, can feel how awkward the air is now and it's just.
It's over.
He turns away and stares hard at the food, preoccupying himself with picking up another piece with his fork. ]
regrets everything
It's over.
He turns away and stares hard at the food, preoccupying himself with picking up another piece with his fork. ]
No, usually the other way around... [ He mumbles.
Before, finally. ]
Okay, that was weird! I know!