a brow raises , peeking across at him. it’s not a look he tries to use very often , makes him look the spitting image of his mother. yet here he is , giving tristan a look , trying to convey that he thinks whatever as just been said may quite possibly the dumbest thing he’s ever head. “ so don’t. “ he says , simply , before looking back down at his book. he hadn’t come back from greece just to argue with him , but that’s essentially how the entire weekend had gone. he appreciates tristan trying to make it right before he has to go back , but he doesn’t feel like that’s quite the way he expected it to go. “ i don’t wanna fight you either , love , but i’m not gonna sit here and take the shit you’ve been givin’ me all weekend. “ a hand runs lightly through his hair , head canting to the side slightly. “ i love you , and y’know i do , but i don’t even remember what the fuck we’ve been arguin’ about. can’t we jus’ forget it ?? i know i’m not the easiest t’be around , and i’m sorry if i’ve been shitty to you. “ / @dcgausscr