Taff tilted his head, trying to read the expression on Ioan's face. But it was impossible for him to decipher. Perhaps it was jealousy. Taff would like to think it was, just to make himself feel smug. He turned to the bed, his back to Ioan and ran the towel over his chest, looking down at the pile of clothes. "Huh? Eat? Yeah.. that'd be great," Taff said, glancing over his shoulder, "Thanks Ioan."
Huh. That was odd. Using his first name. He'd almost been willing to assume he'd just blanked it out of his own mind, but no, apparently he still knew it. This whole thing was entirely odd. But it felt good to finally get rid of that overlaying hatred towards Ioan. The whole thing just seemed to pointless and immature now!