❛ ——– we’re always fighting one second & then making up the next. aren’t you gonna get sick of me? what if you do? ❜ she’s fretting, nothing out of the usual for the girl. she positions herself at the other end of the table, putting distance between them so that they can’t just hug or hold & sweep it under the rug. tears glisten at the surface. she’s truly scared she’ll lose spencer.
a hand reaches out to grab ahold of hers, but is faced with nothing but empty air : causing a STING in his heart before shoving it away, and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, eyes watching the other for a long moment before he finally finds words. ' i'm not getting tired ---- and i don't know if i ever will, but if you are, i get it. i know -- ' his words are cut off by a sigh escaping his lips before he continues. ' -- i know i can be A LOT to handle sometimes, i'm a mess and i get that, i do, but it's just ---- my head it's so fucked, i don't even know what's real half of the time. but this, you, you're real, and i know that. ' he brings a hand up to rest on the bridge of his nose. ' jesus fucking christ, that ---- that sounds like i'm trying to force you into staying, and i'm not, if you have to, if you feel like you need to leave, i get it. i do. '
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