fortunefavours.
he thinks about commenting that he doesn’t remember falling in love with the first one, but now’s not the time for that kind of teasing. they don’t talk about feelings much, well, he doesn’t, but they both know he’s gone on her. embarrassingly so. to lie about that at this point would just be insulting to them both. so he instead ignores it all together. “what makes you think i’m mad at ya?”
sits up, shoulders SLUMPED. a part of her is SHOCKED he isn’t AGGRAVATED she’d teleported herself in his SHACK. or even gobbled her up like the BEARS should have GOLDILOCKS for making herself COMFORTABLE. perhaps it was the amount of time spent separated that’s got her ASSUMING he didn’t LIKE her that way any longer. lower lip TREMBLES--- she hates feeling FRAGILE like this. gaze drops to thick blanket, ❛ you never call back . . . ❜












