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Taeyong shrugs. Not wanting to talk about it at all. It’s been a few days since he went into his relapse mode. His diet consisting of nothing but cigarettes and alcohol and no sleep. He looks at the plate of pasta the other cooked for him, twirling it around his fork, but never bringing it close to his mouth. “Not feeling it.” he mutters, eyes flickering to hers for a millisecond, just long enough to see the disappointment in her eyes before he moves his attention back to his plate.
Of course it was a rather pained situation to see him in; his skin more pale than normal, and his eyes bearing signs from the lack of sleep. Her stance is stoic still, with her arms folded properly over her chest as she raises a brow at his rather simple reply. She’s not even granting him with a sigh, not wanting him to realize the disappointment and rather to just see the frustration she was feeling. “Not feeling it? Not feeling like what? Taking care of yourself? Yeah, I can see that and it’s clear as day to me. Is that’s what you want, what more can I do. I’m not your mother.”
