My first thought as he dragged my drenched self across the hallway was that he was taking me to the fireplace. I look at his back as he drags me, he is clad in a grey vest and black button-up shirt. His attire looks as though he had been outside as it was not casual for him to wear a vest in the house. I think he's taking me to the fireplace.
Again.
But, no, this time it is different.
As much as I try to predict his temperament, I have grossly failed to gauge what and how he would react every time I mess something up.
By the way, I do not think I messed up this time. Nuh-uh, and I shall be completely adamant about this one. I saved a man's life.
Though it didn't seem entirely serious whether he was going to jump or not.
But that is not a matter that one would or should take lightly ever. At least that is what I think.
