he doesn’t know WHERE he is. it’s some sort of cold, empty
room, that he doesn’t even want to KNOW how she got access to it in the first place. but he’s locked in this room regardless, sat, yet not particularly TIED to the chair among the emptiness.
it’d been a good couple years since they spoke. the breakup was... DIFFICULT... to say the least. other than news stories here and there, he hasn’t seen her. but he’s well aware of WHO she is now.
the situation doesn’t scare him. even with the mess she’s gotten herself into these past few years, guy sees past it. he can still see the human underneath all the theatrics. sighing, his head rolled back, eyes on the ceiling.
❝ fine -- let me REPHRASE my question.
why feel the need to reach out NOW? ❞