[Bulba had started to get a bit of a bad feeling in his stomach when Vinnie still seemed mostly worried. It was more of a pang of guilt than anything else. Guilty that he was still making him worry, that maybe he hadn't done a good enough job to try and assure the older saur that he was fine.]

Oh..

[The moment Voile's name unexpectedly hung in the air, the surprise was enough for him to lose his grip on how he felt. His reaction was more than enough to betray that things were definitely not as fine as Bulba had tried to make them out to be. For a moment Bulba just stared at Vinnie with a dumbfounded look, the rest of him going tense. His eyes widened slightly, the color of his face draining as the mild bad feeling in his stomach turned into a weight that dropped through it.

He should have expected that Voile might have spoken to Vinnie about it, but it was still a shock somehow. How much had they talked about? How much had she said? He suddenly felt a bit sick. Vinnie had been the person he hadn't wanted to face about it. Not at all. He didn't want to talk about this. He really didn't want to talk about this.

Bulba found himself taking a step backwards, as if that small degree of distance was enough to get his feelings back in order so those walls wouldn't crumble, but it was too late for that.]