i only have eyes for you

[kings_dog]

After being accosted by more than one fat winged dwarf with a bad temper yesterday, Sandor didn't wake up in the nicest of moods. He couldn't think of anything he felt less like doing than going to the compound, but he had to wash his clothes and get something to eat-- preferably nothing pink or red or heart-shaped

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[colbert_bump]

If he wanted to, Stephen could have used the excuse that he was too busy thinking about the fact that it looked like his best friend had vanished, and that was why he wasn't watching where he was going.

But really, Stephen never watched where he was going. Why should he? Other people were the ones who needed to watch him.

Because he was already not in a good mood, Stephen whirled back around, finger all ready to point.

"Why don't you watch it, sir?" That was as far as he got out before he lost his words. He openly stared at the other guy, someone he had never seen before--because obviously if they had met before, Stephen would remember. There was something about the guy that made Stephen want to not yell or lecture or run in terror or any of his usual.

"Hi," he added somewhat dreamily.

[kings_dog]

As their eyes met, Sandor felt his ire vanish as if it had never existed. He didn't recognize the man, but it didn't seem strange to him; he only wondered distantly how he could have managed not to notice him before.

"Good morning," he replied with a slow smile. "Forgive me-- I wasn't looking where I was going." He moved to hold the door open, one arm swung wide to make sure the other man had enough room to get by. It wasn't a narrow hallway, but you could never be too careful.

It didn't occur to Sandor to wonder why he was feeling so magnanimous to a person he'd never met before. Strange things happened on the island; meeting someone who didn't immediately piss him off would be far from the strangest.

[colbert_bump]

For some reason, instead of telling the guy that no, he wasn't forgiven, Stephen smiled.

"I wasn't, either," he said with some embarrassment. "It was probably my fault." He moved to pass through the doorway, a little closer to the other man than was needed. Then, instead of just walking off like he normally would, he turned back to introduce himself.

"Thanks. I'm Stephen," he said, and offered his hand almost shyly.