He tried not to make a big deal out of it. He tried, in his mind, to brush it aside because he wasn't ready to dig into something that could flip his world upside down. Deep inside, Branch was afraid that his newfound happiness was fragile enough to shatter in a moments notice. He felt a prickling along his skin, like there was a thin string tied around his pinky finger that looped through the room and connected him to Creek on the other side of the pod. The purple troll was acting normal enough, but the connection between the two was an open door and Creek couldn't hide his feelings for long. Branch felt the other's worry and it made him anxious because he didn't know what it could be about.
