Glynda doesn't actually have a specific approach in mind as she closes the gap between the two of them. She has an abundance of questions and a dearth of answers, but no real understanding of the situation beyond 'something has changed'. No one in Ozpin's community had any idea what prompted him to suddenly leave, and no one in the school (no one that Glynda can ask, at any rate) seems to know anything about his life prior to enrollment at all. The only hints at anything resembling the person she'd known before are in rumors from his freshman year. They sound accurate to what she remembers, but the stories are scattered and she knows that rumors may be all they actually are.
So she's not sure where to start, but then she sees that little flinch, that sudden distance in his gaze, and half a dozen other brief interactions with him spring to mind - alongside, more importantly, all the interactions they haven't had. At times it had felt like everyone except her has had some sort extended interaction or conversation with him. Now she wonders if that might not be true, rather than just some sort of paranoid flight of fancy. Because that tiny flinch might not be much of a reaction, but it imparts some very important information to Glynda. This isn't someone that simply hasn't happened to interact with her much, but someone that actively doesn't want to interact with her.
The realization hurts. They may not have been close, but they had been friends, and for him to simply disappear without a word had been upsetting already. If she were alone she might have taken a few moments to process that hurt before proceeding. But now, with Ozpin right here in front of her, she decides that she doesn't have time for that. There's a task to complete, which means everything else can wait.
"You're avoiding me." There's a slight bit of wonder in her voice - the answer is so obvious now that she can't believe she missed it before - but for the most part her tone and expression are comprised of stubborn, uncompromising irritation. "Why?"
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So she's not sure where to start, but then she sees that little flinch, that sudden distance in his gaze, and half a dozen other brief interactions with him spring to mind - alongside, more importantly, all the interactions they haven't had. At times it had felt like everyone except her has had some sort extended interaction or conversation with him. Now she wonders if that might not be true, rather than just some sort of paranoid flight of fancy. Because that tiny flinch might not be much of a reaction, but it imparts some very important information to Glynda. This isn't someone that simply hasn't happened to interact with her much, but someone that actively doesn't want to interact with her.
The realization hurts. They may not have been close, but they had been friends, and for him to simply disappear without a word had been upsetting already. If she were alone she might have taken a few moments to process that hurt before proceeding. But now, with Ozpin right here in front of her, she decides that she doesn't have time for that. There's a task to complete, which means everything else can wait.
"You're avoiding me." There's a slight bit of wonder in her voice - the answer is so obvious now that she can't believe she missed it before - but for the most part her tone and expression are comprised of stubborn, uncompromising irritation. "Why?"