Theon's leg bounced beneath his table, his elbows rested against his desk and his chin rested on his intertwined hands as he stared at the blank face his mother sent his way.
Lenora had been worried Azaria hadn't reached out to her in the weeks during Theon's confession and Theon decided he couldn't wait any longer for Azaria to take the initiative of speaking to his mother about it. He couldn't let even the most minute information pass Azaria by and have something drive a wedge between them. Their relationship was still very fresh and it was the only thing keeping him on his toes in the current phase of his life.
