“Where have you been? Do you know how worried I was?” Toby demanded.
Owen just stared at him.
“Three days! Three days you’ve been gone! I thought you’d gotten hurt or moved away! I don’t expect you to write me a note, but you could have done something!”
Owen pulled apart his lips, showing his teeth.
“Oh, so you’re mad at me now? I’m not the one who disappeared for three days. Where were you?”
Owen pointed to the left.
“What were you doing?”
Owen made doggy-paddle motions.
“You were swimming? You went swimming for three days?”
Thumbs-up. Yes.
“You were not swimming for three days. Where would you even go? Did you find a pond or something?”
Yes.
“You didn’t need to be gone that long. You could have figured out a way to leave a message, or at least told me beforehand that you were leaving. You know, it’s not that short of a walk out here. I’ve got a lot of better things I could be doing than trekking all the way out here just to find an empty cave.”
Owen tapped his heart with two talons. I’m sorry.
“Well, you should be. I don’t have anybody else, you know.”
Owen furrowed his brow and curled his index finger.
“No, I’m not mad. Not mad anymore. Just don’t do that to me again, okay?”