“ you can cry if needed. ”
“ are you kidding? “ voice sharp, the smallest amount of hurt tinged in her tone isn’t unnoticeable, although avery would pride herself to have a bit more self control than that. “ this mascara is worth more than your haircut. “ she bites out, however impressive of a comeback losing slightly in power with the bit of sniffle that follows, head turning away from his gaze to stubbornly rub at her nose.
she was, of course, better than this.
“ why don’t you buy me another drink instead, if you’re going to be such a busybody. “

















