Tango Rue
Lindar wasn't sure what to think. What to do.
He stood outside of Tomas's tower, looking up at the dim windows. The curtains were drawn closed, allowing no light, and thus no way to see any signs of life from within.
Lindar hadn't seen Tomas in a while, and it worried him; had this sudden disappearance been his fault? Was Tomas angry with him?
He wouldn't put it above him. He had broken his lute string, after all, and he supposed that he may have offended Tomas some other way without realizing; but in any case, he had to apologize. He...didn't want Tomas to be upset any more. Especially not at him.
He knocked on the door again, after quite a few unsuccessful tries. He counted the minutes that passed in his mind as he awaited response, but was again met with cold silence.
Guilt turned to desperation. He knocked again.
"...Tomas?" He called.
Nothing. He knocked.
"...Is this about the lute strings? Or something else?"
Silence. He sighed.
"...Look, I'm sorry. I don't know what I did...but maybe we should talk about it? It could help," he couldn't stop some of his passive-agression from leaking into his voice. He took a minute to calm down before continuing with a more sincere tone. "...I just...I don't want you to be mad at me..."
The horologist quickly blinked back tears; what would Tomas think if he suddenly started crying? He gulped down the lump in his throat before leaning his forehead against the door with a shivering sigh.
"...Look, you can do whatever you want to me, I don't care; dress me up in a jester's costume or a princess gown, put me in the dunk tank, make me dance around Town Square painted completely pink, or even put me in stocks and throw rotting tomatoes at me for all I care! Look...I just..."
He closed his eyes.
"...I just want to see you again..."