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Six months after the day Till and Noah had left Kit alone in the lecture hall with Major Erik, they had both begun to grow concerned with his strange change in behaviour.
If before he was prone to bouts of anxiety, often becoming quiet and withdrawn, he appeared to slip back into the feigned air of confidence he had before his father's death. Except now it was tinged with odd bouts of inexplicable anger and frustration.
For several nights each week, he would disappear and when he re-entered the barracks the next morning, Till would often catch the smell of women's perfume.
He also appeared to be subtly avoiding the both of them.
Always with an excuse that he was too busy or too tired to join them at mealtimes or training, waving off their questions with a cheerful grin that never quite reached his eyes, 'I'm fine, really. Never felt better.'
