He doesn't leave, not at first. He stands there, jaw gritted, brow furrowed, hands clenched. Then, finally, after an agonizing pause, he decides to trust her - and so he turns, shoulders hunched, and leaves the front way.
The stress in him is quite visible as he stalks up that street, his face wearing a deep scowl.
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The stress in him is quite visible as he stalks up that street, his face wearing a deep scowl.