[Ajax stands there silently for a few moments, locking his eyes with hers and staring back- but his eyes shift, to something more sad, despite the fire that still burns there deep within the ocean blue. When he moves, it's his face first, turning away from her as if it were too difficult to look directly at her anymore. His hand comes up to grip the doorway, slowly turning the rest of himself with it, limping out into the living once more.
The door is gently closed behind him, and he goes over to get his walking stick, the food forgotten on the coffee table.
The thud of slow steps up the staircase softly ring through the walls, uneven as he trudges upstairs back to the bedroom, lying down on the bed. He can't even go out and train to work out his frustrations, so he opts to be alone, to try to take a nap, anything to help him calm down to get his mind off of the argument they just had.]
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The door is gently closed behind him, and he goes over to get his walking stick, the food forgotten on the coffee table.
The thud of slow steps up the staircase softly ring through the walls, uneven as he trudges upstairs back to the bedroom, lying down on the bed. He can't even go out and train to work out his frustrations, so he opts to be alone, to try to take a nap, anything to help him calm down to get his mind off of the argument they just had.]