Dire Wolf Devil
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓔𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻.
"Breakfast, i guess." Graham didn't meet Reaver's eyes as he finished dressing himself. To say to forget it is the easiest step. To actually forget was something near damn impossible.
"Breakfast. Breakfast it is, then." Reaver, with a nod, fixed his clothing once it was on before pocketing his hands and looking to the floor. His legs carrying him to the door as he opened it to head out of the room.