She glared at him and then rolled her eyes as she started to walk past him, expecting for him to follow.
"Fuck off." Brienne grumiply says as she passed by him. "You're dramatic. What is it?"
𝓑𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝓣𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉
hands in his pockets he waited for her to finish.
"glad my misery isn't a rush."
