still hasn’t bother liftin’ his head for eye contact . most don’t even wanna run into their ex’s so headin’ over to their house was just outta the question . at times like this he could only hope for an audience laugh track over their awkward back & forth looks of being shocked like some shit drama your mother watches . he’s lookin’ around the house noticing small changes & feelin’ the hit of how long it’s been . ❝ you really should clean up after that little monster . thought you were OCD about it . like a tornado ran through . his arts gettin’ good though by the looks of the damn wall . ❞ hand scratching his neck a little too intensely , adams apple rising & falling while trying to clear his throat . running from apologizing . basically not in his nature . ❝ I’M SORRY ALRIGHT? made mistakes ‘n all that … shouldn’t’a just left like i did. probably shouldn’t’ve yelled at you either. ❞
❝He makes all sorts of arts and crafts at preschool but his favorite thing to scribble on is the wall. It’s all washable though, I just need to get around to cleaning it.❞ As she speaks about Aristotle, a smile appears on her face for the first time the entire night. It comes naturally to her since he is her pride and joy. The glee is temporary though because once they begin speaking about their situation her expression becomes more somber. She loved Kane like she loved no other so of course she missed him. However at this point she doesn’t know if she can trust him so she is hesitant to open up. ❝I...appreciate the apology, I really do, but I still don’t understand what you want from me.❞