That got a huffing little breath, some small, prickly part of him affronted by the idea that their lives were that much in someone else's hands. It was familiar and annoying at the same time. So Julian shrugged, crossing arms over his chest to tuck his hands in against his sides, and eyes taking in the stables slowly.
At the very least,
doing something was better than wandering around here.
"Well, let's go, then, I guess." He still sounded clipped. It wasn't Ezekiel's fault, but he could still take the blame, it seemed; at least to some degree...
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