[ Don't worry, D says, not knowing that Eustace is a compulsive overworrier. There's always something to worry about, enough material to fill every minute of every day if he's not sufficiently distracted, and right now that worry is centered on D and the unknown reason why he prefers to stay out of the house.
Though with the way the atmosphere in the stable is heating up fast, he thinks he can take a guess. This was definitely not what things felt like at dinner. If it had been, he never would have agreed to let D move in. (Sorry, D.)
It's with some difficulty that he peels himself from the doorframe and takes a careful step forward, caught between trying to avoid that hypnotic gaze if at all possible and trying to figure out what the hell is going on. His whole body is tense, ears flattened towards the back of his head, a grim frown set deep on his face. It's clear that he doesn't want to be here, but he keeps moving forward nonetheless. If something is going to happen, better him than either of the other two in the house. ]
i'm sorry it's been more than ten minutes, please don't drop me
Though with the way the atmosphere in the stable is heating up fast, he thinks he can take a guess. This was definitely not what things felt like at dinner. If it had been, he never would have agreed to let D move in. (Sorry, D.)
It's with some difficulty that he peels himself from the doorframe and takes a careful step forward, caught between trying to avoid that hypnotic gaze if at all possible and trying to figure out what the hell is going on. His whole body is tense, ears flattened towards the back of his head, a grim frown set deep on his face. It's clear that he doesn't want to be here, but he keeps moving forward nonetheless. If something is going to happen, better him than either of the other two in the house. ]
Why's that?
[ Please enlighten him on this matter. ]