[He allows emotion to flicker across his face: anger, resentment, there and gone fast enough that he's not certain she'll notice. She might. It's a carefully calculated might.
When he breaks eye contact, it's not out of visible discomfort, beyond the obvious physical pain he's in. He looks down at Winston instead, aside to the recently used leash, toward wherever it is that Alana keeps treats for him. He doesn't display it clearly, but she might recognize the shift in weight, the broken eye contact, for what it is: embarrassment.]
I made an assumption I should not have made.
[He has admitted to being wrong to her in the past, but never truthfully. This is someone different than those occasions: he is intent on retaining his pride, rather than acting contrite for her sake.]
spam.
When he breaks eye contact, it's not out of visible discomfort, beyond the obvious physical pain he's in. He looks down at Winston instead, aside to the recently used leash, toward wherever it is that Alana keeps treats for him. He doesn't display it clearly, but she might recognize the shift in weight, the broken eye contact, for what it is: embarrassment.]
I made an assumption I should not have made.
[He has admitted to being wrong to her in the past, but never truthfully. This is someone different than those occasions: he is intent on retaining his pride, rather than acting contrite for her sake.]