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his eyes had narrowed, fair too aware that the conversation would not havenât followed any other path. this was joâ it was entirely jo. insufferably lovely. âthis is how you wish for things to be between us, is it? truly?â his gaze had shifted to his childhood friend, the knot in his stomach only worsened to a level that could be deemed unbearable. however, laurie knew better than to expect jo to coddle him with his behavior, she had always found success in keeping him in check. it had been this that left him standing there idly, the wounded expression shaping his features. âhad you not felt even a sting of my absence?â
why hadnât he taken the less chaotic route ? a civil route , because surely he couldnât have expected any other response from her lips to his ears ? impossible , thatâs exactly his kind. â so you are not leaving then ? â the question came out as an accusation -- the flimsy behavior ever so predictable. â did you wish for me to pine for you ? i donât necessarily believe youâd like the answer to that. â she answered honestly with a rise of her chin , â iâve hardly the time to worry myself over anyone else other than my sistersââ the oneâs who didnât remember her.