Having found out where Connor had taken off to, Duncan, after a quick few words to Rachel, headed out after his kinsman, following the trail into the night and, after a short while, seeing Connor finally ahead of him.
He seemed to be moving at a slow pace, in fact, and paused the moment he heard his name. Shoulders hunched in the long, battered coat, his body language was hard to read. "Hey. Thought you'd catch up." Once Duncan pulled level, he resumed his walk.
"You thought? You didn't even tell me you were leaving, Connor. You just left." Duncan followed at Connor's side for a few quiet minutes. "Where are we going?" he asked softly.
One eyebrow quirked. "Yet here we are. I hadn't gone far." It was just possible Connor had no idea how infuriating some of his typical answers could be. On the other hand, it was just the sort of thing he would have said back when they were truly teacher and student.
"Outside." He shrugged. "The trail leads to the Loch... I don't... all the paths are different, now." Unlike Duncan, who had been back here not too many years ago about a bracelet, and then a sword, Connor hadn't been back to Glenfinnan in a long time.
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"Outside." He shrugged. "The trail leads to the Loch... I don't... all the paths are different, now." Unlike Duncan, who had been back here not too many years ago about a bracelet, and then a sword, Connor hadn't been back to Glenfinnan in a long time.
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