Collin’s lips curled up a bit at her answer. ‘I ran away from the house’, she kept it short, to his belief of distrust in him. Yet, he couldn’t hold back the smirk from such an answer. Collin didn’t see her as a prisoner escaping from some hell in the middle of the woods, he had never experienced anything like that. Instead he took her shortness as bratty, careful and planned. In his eyes she was someone’s partner, who had just ran away. His eyes matched hers, as he nervously rubbed his thumb against his hand, studying her right back. He still had more questions than answers. Normally when someone enters another person’s home, they ask if they should take their shoes off, maybe that was something they didn’t do in ‘the house’. He also noticed that she still had the hood of her sweater over her, it was odd to him, as if she was using it to hide the markings of abuse. She was cold, sure, but even in the winter, most people take the hood off whenever they enter a building. Was she really that cold, or is she just not used to the things most people do in society? Her body language was timid, meek even, he recalled when he let her inside, her first instinct was to run, she had backed up into his hand and that was enough force to stop her from fleeing.
He took a deep breath in and watched as her head tilt
“Alright, I get it, you’re one tough cookie to crack… I know when I’ve been beat.”
He let his demeanor slide as he slouched in his chair letting his head rest on the back of it before getting up. He gave a soft smile towards her.