👕 One muse forces the other to wear ugly, matching christmas sweaters! for calliope/rhys
@billeypiper
‘Please Rhys’ – they were two incredibly simple words, they should have been easy to argue against. And yet, there he was in an obnoxious Christmas sweater, that he certainly would have made fun of anyone else for wearing. Hell, he was currently mentally reminding himself how utterly ridiculous he looked. Christmas sweaters were nothing more than companies trying to make more money, from people who were already shelling out a fortune at that time of year. He’d been about to excuse himself from the party in order to head home and shove the offending sweater in the back of his closet to be forgotten about – when the very reason he was in the stupid garment in the first place walked in.
Eyes resting on her, he was suddenly struck with the thought that life wasn’t fair. Because there was Calliope in the exact sweater he was wearing, yet she still managed to look every bit as beautiful as she always did. Forcing the soft smile from his face, it fell back to the grimacehe’d been wearing since putting on the sweater. “Remind me again why I have to wear this? I don’t remember offending you this much during the year.” He spoke once he’d walked within earshot of her. “Are you certain Poppy couldn’t come home to do this ugly sweater contest with you?” There were many thing he found irritating about their town, but some he could bring himself to understand – the ‘matching ugly sweater contest’ was one that was outwith his realm of understanding. “I miss the days where it was only couples who could enter this thing, That way I could be back in my diner making fun of anyone I saw wearing this.” He broke off, to gesture towards their jumpers.
Shaking his head as he noticed Kirk out of the corner of his eye, the younger man seemed to take the hint and diverted his path before Rhys turned his attention back on Calliope. “I guess if I have to be here…. Would you like a drink? I swear if you say coffee, I’m walking out of that door and leaving you to try and talk people in to letting you win a pair contest alone.” Even as the words left his mouth, there was a part of him saying that if anyone could win a pair contest alone – it was Calliope. She was too difficult to say no to, hence his current predicament. The worst thing was that after she had shown up – his irritation at the whole thing evaporated slightly. She had a way of making things better simply by being there, and that was a dangerous thought. Excusing himself to get them drinks, he tried to shake those thoughts out of his head. Contrary to the town gossip, they were friends and nothing more. That was all they were going to be, and that was fine. They were too different to make anything else work, and he’d accepted that. Or so he liked to think. Grabbing two glasses he walked the short distance back to Calliope handing her a glass. “You owe me for this.” He repeated once more, those exact words almost becoming a mantra since he’d agreed to the whole thing.
Perhaps the worst part of the whole night was hearing their names called as the winners, seeing her beaming smile knowing he’d be at the end of some mocking over the next few weeks – and his mind playing a slightly vindictive game of ‘what if’ they were truly a couple.
Was Kristi’s outfit weather appropriate? No. But it was an outfit that got her the most compliments, so when she’d invited Brandon to a party, it seemed like a no-brainer that she had to choose that outfit. The plan was to go to the party, have fun – then call an uber home. That plan ended the second the cops showed up, and she’d had to grab Brandon’s hand and run before someone could catch up with them. Once they were far enough away from her friend’s home, she proclaimed that she didn’t want to go home yet. That she’d been looking forward to spending the night with him, and that’s what she was going to do. She’d also refused to go back to his house, in case he decided to pick up a textbook when they got there. Instead, they’d opted to go to the park, sit on a bench and just talk. It hadn’t taken too long for her to feel the air start to get colder, so she wrapped her arms around herself in a failed effort to heat up a little.
“Here, take my jacket.” She hadn’t expected him to notice she was cold, after all she’d worn it out on dates before and none of them noticed – but of course Brandon did. Stupid Brandon and his being too kind for his own good tendencies kicked in at the worst times.
“I can’t take your jacket, then you’d be cold.” She pointed out, scrunching her nose as she did so. “There’s no use in both of us being cold, besides I put a lot of effort into looking this good tonight and I want someone to see it. If I take your jacket, you can’t exactly see how amazing I look, can you?” Her very own twisted way of asking if she thought she looked nice – because that was a question she’d never voice. Looks weren’t exactly a priority to Brandon – something of a disappointment to her considering that was usually her trump card – but she still wanted to be thought of as pretty.
Pepping up, she took her phone out from her bag. “I have the best way to warm up.” Putting her music on shuffle, she stood up and offered him her hand. “Dance with me.” Something that came out more of an order than a question. “It’s what we would have done at the party, so come on – let’s look like those weird people in movies who start dancing for no reason. Please?” She finished with her signature puppy eyes.
peter/mj - “this is what happens when you draw your plans from star wars.”
@billeypiper
Peter loved Ned. Ned was Peter’s best friend for as long as he could remember. Peter was also going to have to kill Ned all because of one stupid video.
The plane ride back to New York was bound to go better than the flight to Venice, because this time he was getting to sit beside MJ. The girl who – well they hadn’t put a label on anything, so the girl who liked him back. Noticing her already in the seat watching her phone with a smile on her face, he couldn’t help but grin at the rarely seen MJ smile. “What are you watch… Oh no.” All it took was one quick glance at her phone to realise what she’d been watching. Videos of him as Spiderman. In particular the one at a German airport when he was thrown from the air into the waiting cardboard boxes below him. One that happened to be taken from a good angle since it was from his ‘video diary’.
“How?” MJ was smart, but his laptop with those files was back home which meant she had no access to it. “Ned sent it to me when you were with Happy at the hotel.” Considering he was meant to be in Berlin, Peter couldn’t show up in London right after Spiderman did or it would have sent alarm bells ringing. Instead he’d had to hide out with Happy in a hotel room, once enough time had passed he’d gone back out to join his friends saying he’d just got off the train and was ready to head home with everyone else. It also gave him time for his speedhealing to kick in, so there wasn’t any physical scars left that anyone could see. What he hadn’t been expecting was Ned and MJ to talk about him - or worse share semi-embarrassing videos of him.
Wincing as the part of him hitting the ground played once more, MJ shook her head, looking up at him what he hoped was purely mock disappointment. “This is what happens when you draw your plans from star wars.”
“It was a good plan!” He protested, putting his bag into the overhead locker before sinking into his seat. “I think I did pretty well considering everyone else was like double my age. It was great right up until… That. Well not great, but I did steal Captain’s shield.” He may have been whispering, but the sound of people loading the plane also muffled the words so he was content enough nobody would hear. That and he’d also said he stole Captain America’s shield in the middle of gym class and nobody had noticed, so he was safe. “It was insane, there wasn’t time to think of a plan that guy went from really small to really big in like a second, it was crazy! Nobody else had a plan, so I tried to think of one and Star Wars never fails.”
In the rush to try and make it look cooler than he was, he realised he’d missed something. Taking his eyes from the screen, a bemused smile beamed off him. “How did you even know it was Star Wars? There’s nothing in that video, that says I got the idea from Star Wars. Are you telling me that you’re a secret fan?”
☁ five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it. @billeypiper
1st time
As it turns out, May never did kill him when she found out he was Spiderman. What she did do however was ground him. Apparently saving the neighborhood, is not a good enough reason to risk your life, and it’s even less of a good reason to not listen to your guardian. So Peter Parker got grounded for three weeks. One week for lying to May, one for cutting class and sneaking out and one for making her worry. He’d tried to argue the second and third were really the same thing since those were the reasons she’d been worried, until she’d threatened to up it to four weeks and he retreated. Spiderman was grounded until she could ‘make sure that suit kept him safe’ and now also had a curfew. All of which lead him to sitting beside May on the couch on a Friday night tossing popcorn into his mouth as his aunt scrolled through Netflix for something to watch. “Oh! MJ says that’s good and I had to watch it. Probably means it’s dark and a little twisted but… Good.” He piped up seeing the title of the documentary MJ had spent their lunch break telling him about. Considering school was the only time he got to talk to his friends at that point, and ever since ‘my friends call me MJ’ he’d been making more of an effort to talk to her at school. Well, he had at the start, at that point he decided he liked talking to her just as much as he liked talking to Ned. “MJ? Is this someone else from your ‘superhero’ life?” It was meant as a joke, but he knew May well enough to hear the hurt still in her voice that he’d lied to her. The problem was, he was too confused to comment on it. “What? No! You know MJ, you’ve met MJ.” Turning to face her, he looked at her as if she’d suddenly grown an extra head. Peter didn’t exactly have a vast amount of friends, so his aunt had heard him talk about the few people he would call his friends. “You know the girl who sits with Ned and I at lunch? Got captain of the decathlon team when Liz left? Insanely smart, always has a book, how is this not…” He’d been about to say ‘how is this not registering’ when he suddenly realised one thing he had forgotten to tell her. “Michelle! MJ’s Michelle, she told us to call her MJ now.” Not exactly what she’d said, but he wasn’t going to say the girl he’d considered a friend for months apparently just upgraded him to friend. “I just remembered her recommending it when we were eating lunch today. She has pretty cool taste you know? So I thought it’d be good to watch. If there’s nothing else.” He shrugged, sinking back into the couch – throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth to cover the smile as his aunt put the documentary on, knowing on Monday he’d have something to spend that lunch break debating with MJ over. He’d just text Ned and tell him to watch it too so he wouldn’t be left out.
2nd time
It was his last day of detention, as such he should have felt glad once he stepped foot in the room knowing it would be the last time. Instead, he was hit with a sudden worry – MJ wasn’t there. Of course, MJ didn’t actually have to be there considering she didn’t have detention, but he’d gotten used to her presence. Talking to her after detention finished was one of the things that got him through it. Of course, they never talked about anything serious, but it was nice to talk with her – even if it usually involved some form of mild teasing thrown his way. With Flash, he knew the words were meant to hurt – with MJ, he was pretty sure the names were meant as a form of endearment, or that’s what he liked to tell himself. Because unlike Flash, he happened to enjoy being around MJ. Sliding further down into his chair, he couldn’t help but think this is the one day where MJ would have loved to be there – because he certainly looked sullen enough to give her a good sketch. Debating pulling out his phone as the coach wasn’t paying attention, he shook his head and focused on the table in front of him. They were friends, but he wasn’t sure if they were at the stage where she’d appreciate him asking if she was okay – purely because she missed a detention that she never actually had. No, he’d wait it out at least a little while longer to try and make the text more casual. To make it seem like a ‘hey, I’m bored and want to talk’ sorta text and not a ‘I’m worried about you and I kinda miss you’ text.
3rd time
“What movie do you think is MJ’s favourite?” He asked suddenly, not taking his eyes off the TV, yet still sensing the strange look Ned threw his way. “What? Why don’t you ask her that?” It was a reasonable reply, still he leaned forward to pause the movie they were watching to turn to Ned. “Because… We always have these movie nights right?” He paused to let Ned nod. “Well we’ve been spending more time with MJ – don’t you think it’s a little unfair to not invite her? We talk about it around her, only seems fair to ask if she wants to come. And she could offer a new perspective! So I was thinking about asking her, but I don’t want her to have to watch a movie that she hates, you know? I want her to have a good time, and the easiest way to do that is ask her to come and watch her favourite movie. I can’t ask her what her favourite movie is, because then she’d know that’s why I suggested it, and I want it to seem casual. As if it’s a movie I picked off the top of my head, and not one I picked because I thought it’d get her to come. I don’t want her to feel pressured to come but…” A sentence he never got to finish before Ned spoke again. “Dude, you’re overthinking it. Just ask her. If she says yes, she says yes.” Sighing he switched the movie back on, deciding that Ned just didn’t get it. He couldn’t just ask her and risk her not having a good time because he chose the wrong thing, which would make her never want to come back. No he wanted to get to know her better, not make her realise they were indeed the losers she kept calling them.
4th time
He was hanging from the top bunk, looking down at the invites he’d placed on the floor earlier. Invites to some charity event that Ms.Potts was throwing, that he’d somehow been invited to. He’d question why, but he reasoned the answer would involve Mr Stark, who was still thankfully helping when he needed it. The issue was he wasn’t sure who he wanted to invite. Well, no that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that he knew who he wanted to invite, he was pretty sure if he asked them the answer would be no however. It was meant to be some sort of fancy dinner with politicians and other important people, people he imagined MJ would love to talk to. Or more to the point, MJ would love to meet to tell them why their opinions on things were wrong and how they could run the country better. That seemed perfect for MJ, but “will you come to a fancy dinner with me where we need to dress up” sounded too much like a date – and she wouldn’t want to go on a date with him, would she? He didn’t even want it to be a date! Or… did he? He had been thinking of MJ more and more lately, the same way he had when he’d been crushing on Liz, and Ned had been complaining that Peter was zoning out during lunch again the way he’ done whenever he saw Liz. But no, no he wasn’t crushing on MJ. They were friends pure and simple. He’d just take May, she could use a night out – and maybe it’d help her forget that it was Mr Stark who helped him run around the city being Spiderman.
5th time
There were times during his Spiderman ‘career’ where he questioned how he’d managed to end up in the situation he was in. Most of the time it was when a weapon was pointed at him, and he had to wonder how that was life. Now… Now he was sitting on a park bench, trying to console a girl he’d found crying enough that she could tell him what was wrong. Deciding patting her back wasn’t about to work anytime soon, he almost signed in relief when saw the book next to her. “Plath!” He exclaimed at the book of poems the girl was clutching. “My friend likes her.” He wasn’t sure why he thought of MJ in that moment, but the comment had gotten the girl to hiccup one last sob before looking up at him. “You’re friends with someone who likes her?” He wasn’t sure why she sounded so surprised but he quickly nodded. “She’s one of my best friends.” A fact he only realised after he said it. MJ had quickly become someone he liked having around – and yeah, she was a good friend. “Someone was making fun of me for reading them. Said only boring weird people like them.” And that suddenly made everything make more sense. “You can tell them that Spiderman says those poems are amazing. Can I have your phone?” He asked, to which the girl handed it over a little too easy, but that was a problem her parents could solve. Flipping the camera on, he asked the girl to hold the book up before posing with a selfie with her. He’d dealt with Flash enough to know that saying you knew a superhero wasn’t enough without proof – and what better proof than photographic. “You can tell them Spiderman’s friend is the coolest girl he knows and she even has a Plath t-shirt.” Lots of people had Plath t-shirts right? That couldn’t be a hint to who he was. “She’s super smart and super pretty, and you are too. So don’t cry, you’re amazing, just like she is.” With that, he said a quick goodbye and swung away, not because he’d had enough talking to the girl, but because he really had to talk to Ned – and work out when he’d started to like MJ so much.
the one time they do something about it
“Don’t make me say I larb you again, because you know I will.” The mock thought pulled him out of his thoughts, blinking as he looked back at his aunt. “What? I was paying attention?” He hadn’t been, but he felt like it was the right thing to say, though the look on May’s face said she wasn’t buying it. “Where was that mind of your’s?” He could come up with a lie. Say he’d been having trouble with his homework, say it was something Spiderman relate – say anything other than ‘MJ hasn’t sat with us all week and I don’t know what I did”. But secret identify aside, Peter had never been good at lying. Setting the chopsticks down, he kept his gaze firmly on the table. “I haven’t talked to MJ lately and… It’s stupid but… I miss her?” He missed the knowing glint in May’s eyes, before she reached over and placed her hand on top of his. “We finished dinner, why don’t you go see her? Ask if she wants to go see a movie, go to a museum or… Whatever you kids are doing now?” Wincing at the last words, he thought it over for a moment. There wasn’t really anything to lose if he did go ask MJ to spend time with him. If she said no.. Well it wasn’t as if he could miss her more. “Are you sure you’ll get home okay?” “Peter, I’m the adult, go have fun – but be back before curfew!” Nodding, he ran out after saying goodbye before heading to MJ’s house. He’d only been once before when they were working on a project together, but it was enough for him to remember where it was. Knocking the door, he relaxed a little when MJ answered, that way he didn’t have to try and look composed around her parents. “Hey!” No that came out too excited. “Hey.” He repeated, this time in what he hoped was a more casual way. “I was… In the neighbourhood and I thought you might like to do something tonight? With me. No pressure though, I just thought… We could go have some fun?”
★ five times my muse though yours looked breath-taking, and the one time they voice it. @billeypiper
1st time
He wasn’t sure how he ended up here, pretending to be Veronica’s date. Well that was a lie, he knew exactly how he ended up there, he just couldn’t fully believe it. When he’d broke into her apartment, he’d made a mental promise to make it up to her. Something he thought he’d done when he’d been her cover story to easedrop on the guy at the club – there he was again, playing the same role. Her fake boyfriend. Waiting in his car for Veronica to come out, he glanced up just in time to see her coming out of her apartment. She’d told him it was a formal event, hence why he’d chosen a suit out, that however didn’t prepare him to see her dressed up. He wasn’t blind, Veronica was beautiful anyone could see that, but seeing her dressed up took him by surprise, he simply hoped he’d covered it up by the time she got to the car. “New look Mars?” He joked, anticipating some snarky comment back in true Veronica fashion.
2nd time
Veronica wasn’t the biggest fan of his friends. Something he knew so he never invited her out with them. This time however it was his work friends that were in town, and they’d wanted to hire a boat and sail around for a while. Those friends were more Veronica’s sort of people, and nowhere near as spoiled as Neptune’s usual residents – so he decided to invite her along. For some reason wanting to show her that he wasn’t as one-dimensional as the gossip magazines tried to make out. That he could be something more than the actor’s son who liked to party. Knocking on her door, he started to speak the second he saw it creek open. “Hey, I have some out of town friends here, and we’re headed out on the wa…” Cutting off mid-sentence, a smirk appeared on his face. “Did I happen to wake you up?” He teased, seeing her still in her pyjamas and hair messed up. Part of him felt like seeing her in that state, balanced out the fact she’d witnessed him hungover and just waking up. However, he’d looked like a mess that first morning. Even with her tousled hair, mismatched pyjamas and ‘say anything sarcastic and I’ll go get my taser’ look on her face – she still looked breathtaking. He wasn’t going to tell her that though, not when he couldn’t explain to himself why he still thought she looked as amazing as ever.
3rd time
Walking out of the water with his surfboard, his eyes caught sight of a familiar woman and her dog. Considering it was still early, the beach was empty which meant he could run over to her in record time. “Couldn’t sleep either? Or are you just returning after a wild night of partying?” After making the joke, he couldn’t help but think seeing Veronica after a wild night of partying would be an entertaining sight. She always seemed so put together, that he found it almost impossible to imagine her hungover and wanting nothing more than to crawl back into bed and hide until the sun went away. She also looked fairly put together, which ruled out just getting home. Her hair was pulled back and she was in casual clothes, which somehow he liked the look of more than anything he’d seen before. Somehow she didn’t look quite as intimidating in sweatpants as she did in jeans and a leather jacket. Not that he was going to tell her that. Something told him the words would only prompt her to prove she could be intimidating no matter what she was wearing.
4th time
This time she doesn’t even know he’s seen her. He’d stopped by Dick’s for dinner, and was heading home when he spotted Veronica heading out of her apartment. He would have gone over to speak to her, if she hadn’t immediately been followed by some guy he couldn’t place. The way they were acting with each other, and the fact they were too dressed up to be heading out somewhere casual said they were going on a date. A date he wasn’t about to interrupt, but as he watched them walk towards the guy’s car he could admit something – even if she was only in black pants and a fancy top, he knew Veronica would still outshine everyone else wherever they were going.
5th time
“You okay?” He knew who the words were coming from before he glanced over his shoulder. They’d been at some fundraiser the Kane’s threw. He’d been surprised to see her there considering she hated most of those events, but then he’d learnt that she knew Lily before he moved to town – and the fundraiser was meant to be thrown in her memory. Meant to – but Lily would have hated the whole thing, which was why he’d quickly excused himself, wishing that things had turned out different so he could have at least had Duncan. Though in that moment, having Veronica seemed enough. He hadn’t been sure when it happened, or how, but he knew he cared about her. He’d call her a friend, even if he wasn’t sure how she felt. Nodding at the words, he finally took her in. She looked the part, he had to give her that. The outfit flattered her, and her hair was done to perfection. If he’d seen her in some magazine she wouldn’t look out of place – which somehow made her look strange. She looked amazing, he could say that easily – but she didn’t look like herself. So instead of saying ‘you look nice’ he pushed himself up and offered her his hand. “Want to get out of here, and go celebrate Lily the way she’d want people to?”
And the one time they voice it
Logan had planned to spend this family party the way he always did, avoiding as many people as he could while staying close to the liquor table. He’d agreed – reluctantly – to show up for a couple of hours, before he made an excuse to leave. If he had his way, he’d skip it all together, but of course Lily and his father had different opinions on that and claimed it was ‘mandatory’ to show up. “Logan look who I invited for you.” Hearing Trina’s voice, he had to contain a groan. Those words were normally followed by his sister introducing one of her friends to him, deciding they were ‘perfect’ for each other, something that hadn’t happened yet. Putting on his ‘pleasure to meet you smile’, it slipped from his face the instant he turned around. “Veronica?” It very much came out as a question, because despite the blonde standing right in front of him, he didn’t quite believe it. “Wha – What are you doing here?” He asked, trying not to look at how gorgeous she looked. She may not have been dressed in designer everything like the rest of the guests, but she still outshone the lot of them. At that point though, he’d gotten used to the idea she’d somehow become the most beautiful person in any room to her. “Your sister said there was snacks, and I wasn’t going to turn down free food.” She quipped, in her usual sass, bringing a smile to his face. “You look beautiful.” The words slipped out before he meant them to, but he found himself not caring. Veronica was a perceptive person, she had to be in her line of work, and if he didn’t say it, the awestruck look on his face would have. “So… snacks? They’re in the other room, I can take you if you want?” He asked quickly, hoping to brush past the earlier confession. He may have realised he liked Veronica, but he also knew he was basically the living embodiment of everything she didn’t like about the town – he could admit when he’d lost a battle before it started.
She wasn’t jealous, she couldn’t be jealous – it wasn’t as though Jasper was her boyfriend. It wasn’t as if they even seemed on their way to becoming something more than friends. The problem was she knew that she was jealous. Watching Jasper spend most of the night tangled up with some girl from Poppy’s dorm had soured her mood. Part of her wanted to call her mother and ask what she was supposed to do, the other reminded her that her mother had bigger things to worry about than Poppy’s not-love-life. When Jasper finally untangled himself and walked over to her, she gave him a tight smile. “Not spending the night with your girlfriend?” She quipped, tilting her head towards the other woman.
“The girl means nothing to me.”
It was something she’d heard before, it was something she’d heard from him before, this time it hit differently. “Hasn’t there ever been someone you wanted more with?” The question was out before she thought better of it, but it was one that had been niggling at her since they started to become actual friends. “You seemed happy with Summer and that was more than a fling. Don’t you want something like that again? To be with someone who means something? You can call me Mary all you like but… There’s something nice about having someone who means a lot to you – and I don’t think I’ll ever understand why you… Never look for that.”
kristi/brandon: ❝ you’re good – but you’re not as good as you could be. ❞
@billeypiper
From the moment Kristi decided she wanted to leave the old her behind, she’d perfected the art of keeping her emotions hidden. Well, at least she had until she’d pushed herself into Brandon’s life. There was something about him that had her mask slipping. He was supposed to end up infatuated with her, somehow she’d ended up falling for him. At first she’d tried to ignore it, the longer she spent with him the more that resolve disappeared. She wanted to get to know him, genuinely get to know him, not because of that stupid bet. It was said stupid bet that made her completely disagree with his words. Good was the last thing she was, and she was more than aware of that.
“Who said I was good? I’m the bad influence here remember? Don’t take that away from me, it’s my entire identity.” She quipped, hoping he hadn’t noticed the smile momentarily slip from her face. It was moments like that, where she wanted to tell him why she’d approached him in the cafeteria that day. Where she wanted to tell him that he deserved better. The issue was she was far too selfish for that. As soon as he found out, he wouldn’t want anything to do with her and she didn’t want to go back to life without him around. “I think you’re too nice for your own good at times, you know? You should probably work on that before someone takes advantage of it.” Again.
sofia/natalie: “i haven’t been able to get over you. i don’t think i ever will.”
@billeypiper
“Please don’t say that.” The words were broken, spoken softly as she tried to hold back the tears, that were currently making her eyes glisten. “We decided this would be best for us. You’ll find someone one day, probably soon.” It hurt to say, but she felt as though she had to voice them. After all, they had agreed that neither of them wanted to try long distance. They had both come to the conclusion that life would be easier if they ended things on a high, opposed to letting life and circumstances lead them to a messy break-up where they ended up hating each other. Part of her was always going to love Natalie, you never forgot your first love after all, but for the time being, they couldn’t be together – and she didn’t want Natalie to be alone until graduation. “I know it’s hard right now, but we’re smart girls, we’ll work out a way to get past it. We’re always going to be friends. We’re always going to be those ridiculous high school kids stupid cutely in love with each other. But… For now, we’re two people who can’t be together, and I don’t want you to be alone. If you still care about me, care enough to move on. More than anything, I’m always going to want you to be happy, and for right now at the very least, I’m not the one who’s able to make you happy.”
