❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜
His eyes widened in surprise at the revelation that it actually worked. For the first time ever, he managed to use the powers he supposedly inherited. And after some more or less helpful advice from his siblings this morning, Alex set a goal for himself to sow distrust between at least two people before the sun would go down.
Granted, he didn’t mean to be on the receiving end of that doubt—he hoped to be a silent spectator of a friendship crumbling or two co-workers competing or maybe even a break-up—but her tone was a start. He didn’t notice that his mouth opened as if to speak, but no sound was coming out, still too perplexed to decide on what to say.
He did it. Sure, he wasn’t entirely sure how he did it, and it might’ve been luck rather than actual skill, but her choice of words indicated that she didn’t really trust him. Or maybe that she might’ve gotten fed up with him looking at her as if he meant to make her head explode with his thoughts.
His lips briefly pressed into a line before they curved into a hybrid of a smile. “I actually have a lot to say.” The shrug, the shake of his head and the chuckle all happened simultaneously, and it was clear then that he took neither her nor himself seriously. It was all just a joke to him—she just happened to bear the brunt of the punchline.
“I just don’t think you’d really enjoy what I have to say.”