Summary: The morning offers him a brief distraction when one of the younger kids can’t figure out the proper way to start a fire, but there’s only so much time he can spend teaching an eleven year old where to place kindling. He makes small talk with Finn about the weather. The sky is a particularly dull gray today, yes, more snow probably is in the forecast, no he doesn’t think they should worry. It’s nothing riveting, but by early afternoon he’s mostly forgotten that he was upset.
That is, until he walks into the mess hall and sees Clarke plant a kiss very squarely on Miller’s mouth. He lets out a quick huff and turns on his heel. He has some dried venison in the cabin, he didn’t really need lunch anyways.