[ Whoever it may be, it's clear they aren't here right now. Which is just another reason (in a long list of many) why the bullshit this town's trying to feed them is so hard to swallow. Wives, or husbands (thanks, Katherine), don't just normally materialize out of thin air after all. But it seems that in Wayward Pines they just might although frankly it will be best if this person never arrives, as the three of them (four, counting Caroline) have more than enough to deal with.
Honestly, he'll feel a little dense later when the big reveal is made but the thought of who it could possibly be doesn't even cross his mind right now (though some small part of him wonders, almost dreads, that it could be Valerie). It's obviously not Caroline and that's his biggest problem.
Not that he's going to share that with Katherine no matter how much she pries. He resumes trailing after her, folding his arms across his chest. ]
It's fine. I'm fine. [ Of course, the underlying sentiment is apparent: as fine as anyone could be under these strange circumstances. ] Seriously, you don't need to worry about me. [ His own voice can't help but to soften a little with that last remark, an unconscious acknowledgement of her genuine concern. ]
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Honestly, he'll feel a little dense later when the big reveal is made but the thought of who it could possibly be doesn't even cross his mind right now (though some small part of him wonders, almost dreads, that it could be Valerie). It's obviously not Caroline and that's his biggest problem.
Not that he's going to share that with Katherine no matter how much she pries. He resumes trailing after her, folding his arms across his chest. ]
It's fine. I'm fine. [ Of course, the underlying sentiment is apparent: as fine as anyone could be under these strange circumstances. ] Seriously, you don't need to worry about me. [ His own voice can't help but to soften a little with that last remark, an unconscious acknowledgement of her genuine concern. ]