Llewellyn was still a bit busy getting over the shock of seeing someone he didn’t think he’d ever see again. It was like when he’d found his sister only... Well, he knew Enis. He trusted her. He was so damn happy to see her that he was stumbling over his words, trying to express that.

He was an emotional guy, sometimes...

So this was all to say that he didn’t even realize that perhaps he should have been a little more cautious in his approach. When those eerie (familiar) blue eyes flashed at him, he expected her to say something extremely grumpy at him about making a fuss.

What he did not expect was being grabbed and pushed against the table with her hand around his neck. All that registered was that he’d been stammering, and then in the blink of an eye, the situation had changed very quickly. Sure, she’d slapped him that one time... But this was a little more extreme than he was used to from a friend.

And when she spoke? Panic finally sank in. “I- you... You don’t remember. You don’t know me.” Oh no... It wasn’t even like he could deny that he’d used her name like he knew her. He’d said it a couple times... He’d messed up, and it was no wonder she’d reacted like that. “I um... Er- I can explain! Just... Please let me up??” He blurted out, wanting a chance to explain. It wasn’t easy to think like this, and he needed a minute.