"Left it is." Indigo turned in that direction and walked forward, falling into step beside Eamon. His original plan of getting lost by himself in the maze was completely forgotten. This was much better than wallowing in his own sadness. Besides, Eamon avoiding him was one of the things he would have been sad about.

He took the first few steps in silence, trying to think of things to start talking about. Indigo had never been great at conversation. He usually didn't mind silence, finding it more comfortable than awkward most of the time. There had been plenty of comfortable silences when he'd hung out with Eamon in the past, but if he was trying to save this friendship, or... whatever this thing was that he and Eamon had had, then talking was probably a good idea. Plus, keeping him talking would keep him from running away. Indigo tried to think of something easy. Something casual. "So... how's your day been so far?"