An eyebrow arched in unabashed skepticism. Jamison didn’t think everything had to have a meaning, and he stopped trying to connect dots to things years ago -- it felt stupid, almost childlike, to cling onto something such as that. Life was full of ironies and inconsistencies, and he easily fell into that net -- his creations were of no coincidence, but existed on purpose. The dots were there but he refused to see them. Just because something didn’t make sense, at surface level, didn’t mean there was no rhyme or reason for it.
While he felt dumb for his outburst, too often he’d been told that certain things happened for a reason and, time and again, it felt there was no reason at all. Only some unnecessary pain, anxiety, frustration. Her words were so cryptic that he felt momentarily unsure of himself, his conviction vaguely waning behind wilted features. Jamie let out a low sigh, his brown eyed gaze not quite meeting hers, “ maybe it was pure COINCIDENCE that led you to me? Not everything has to be intentional... ”