[Declan drummed his fingers on his leg, anxiously gazing at the screen of his computer. He reached up, scratching the back of his head] Fuck, Lena, you know we’re not friends. We —
——— [He groaned, tugging on the ends of his hair, unsure what to say]
Lena, we’re more than friends. You know that.
[Lena tried to not smile at his words, after all they were having a serious conversation, and she was still more than a little upset that he had sex with someone else. So Lena bit down on the inside of her cheek and crossed her arms.]
——— If that were true you wouldn't have fucked someone.

















