Waver just stands there awkwardly for another moment, looking absolutely miserable, but there's nothing to be done. He already apologized. He already accepted (or, rather, is trying to accept) that running was the best and only actually sound decision. What else is there to do?
His ears swivel, tracking the sounds of shouts in the distance. He swallows.
"...let's head back to the Coven, then."
To get Ozymandias taken care of, presumably. Waver just doesn't want to walk alone.
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Waver just stands there awkwardly for another moment, looking absolutely miserable, but there's nothing to be done. He already apologized. He already accepted (or, rather, is trying to accept) that running was the best and only actually sound decision. What else is there to do?
His ears swivel, tracking the sounds of shouts in the distance. He swallows.
"...let's head back to the Coven, then."
To get Ozymandias taken care of, presumably. Waver just doesn't want to walk alone.