[Which isn't necessarily true, if she thinks about it long enough. Part of it is remembering the shadow of the boy he had been (what feels like years ago now and yesterday all at once), part of it is the idea that she's always dragged conflict to his doorstep. In the nightmare, in the fight with Felix, with the Meta— and now with Taylor and everything that's transpired between the three of them.
Her lips purse as though she's deep in thought, brow knitting.]
Guess I just thought it'd matter to you. [There's a little noise for it, something akin to 'huh'.] Maybe I'm losing my touch.
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[Which isn't necessarily true, if she thinks about it long enough. Part of it is remembering the shadow of the boy he had been (what feels like years ago now and yesterday all at once), part of it is the idea that she's always dragged conflict to his doorstep. In the nightmare, in the fight with Felix, with the Meta— and now with Taylor and everything that's transpired between the three of them.
Her lips purse as though she's deep in thought, brow knitting.]
Guess I just thought it'd matter to you. [There's a little noise for it, something akin to 'huh'.] Maybe I'm losing my touch.