Gale had chosen to sleep in on this day. Getting up early would mean facing his family. If he could sleep in for as long as possible, then it would mean less time worrying about the truth he would have to accept. While Alton and Scarlett had spent the night protecting the village he had hid away refusing to help, doing so would seal his fate and hold him accountable for all that happened.
Knowing all too well he couldn't keep this up forever he pulled himself out of bed seeing a fresh set of clothes on his chair. He held them up realising that they were, in fact, his father's favourite set. Snarling at the thought, he reluctantly threw them on storming down the stairs. Heading straight for the door, it was already halfway open before he stopped. "You heading out so soon? I made you breakfast."
Gale turned to his mother, who held a plate of eggs and bacon with a concerned look. "I'm not hungry."
"Please, just sit with me."