This had to be the strangest conversation Jon had had in recent memory, and he'd been a hunter once. He'd had quite a lot. It was vague, with the barest shadow of something deeper running across it, like the wisp of a cloud over the face of the sun.
And having been a hunter once, his mind didn't run to solely mundane conclusions, but neither did he settle there. The world was more normal than strange, a lot of the time, and he erred on the side of mundane. Old friends, he concluded, and... perhaps it ended sourly?
“So, how did your secret reunion go?” he deliberately pried, unashamed of his curiosity. It's all he knew about the pair, and he was interested!
And having been a hunter once, his mind didn't run to solely mundane conclusions, but neither did he settle there. The world was more normal than strange, a lot of the time, and he erred on the side of mundane. Old friends, he concluded, and... perhaps it ended sourly?
“So, how did your secret reunion go?” he deliberately pried, unashamed of his curiosity. It's all he knew about the pair, and he was interested!