[Simon doesn't know how he feels, either; but the flatness in Kieren's tone rubs against something raw in him, like something scratching against his half-exposed spine.]
Mm.
[He takes a slow breath and lets it out, then turns away, shoving his hands into his deep coat pockets. The pamphlet goes with them, still balled up in his fist. He starts moving up the moor again, not fast enough that Kieren couldn't easily catch up, but... away from this. This maelstrom of a moment, this clash that has him all wound up the wrong way.]
[Spam]
Mm.
[He takes a slow breath and lets it out, then turns away, shoving his hands into his deep coat pockets. The pamphlet goes with them, still balled up in his fist. He starts moving up the moor again, not fast enough that Kieren couldn't easily catch up, but... away from this. This maelstrom of a moment, this clash that has him all wound up the wrong way.]