[He's true to his word, showing up before the clock can count in another hour. But whereas Saran has made efforts to look for the better, he has clearly just come in off the road- layered in sweat, coat dusted with grit from the road and a splash of something just dark enough to be suspicious on the greave of his boot.
It's there, on the steps to her home that he hesitates, wondering if he ought to have made an effort to neaten his appearance before arriving. If he ought to have brought something...
But in the end he chooses stubbornness. She had to have known he'd be finishing up one task or another- no rest for the likes of them and such. It's how he reasons away the nerves, knocking on her door and settling for propping his free hand on his hip to avoid the temptation to fold his arms and appear even more a foul-tempered lowlife.
we've all thought it
It's there, on the steps to her home that he hesitates, wondering if he ought to have made an effort to neaten his appearance before arriving. If he ought to have brought something...
But in the end he chooses stubbornness. She had to have known he'd be finishing up one task or another- no rest for the likes of them and such. It's how he reasons away the nerves, knocking on her door and settling for propping his free hand on his hip to avoid the temptation to fold his arms and appear even more a foul-tempered lowlife.
His regrets are mounting.]