his chosen words hurt. that much could be read plain as day on her face, as the friendly smile she’d pasted on fell a little, and her eyes lost a hint of their light. she had missed him. she had hoped, too, that he had missed HER. but considering everything - considering how she’d left, once upon a time, how little contact had been there since… well, perhaps she shouldn’t have EXPECTED anything aside from a brush off. she loved her brother. she could say that, all she wanted, but actions spoke louder and sienna had been forced to abandon the bertinelli’s ONCE before. maybe this was all she got. “i don’t think it’d sell as well if they used your offered edit,” she offered, comeback more than a little weak, and giving him a pointed sort of look over the outstretched stick, “i’m more of the opinion that not everything needs to be attention grabbing. it’s serving it’s purpose, right?”
he and she haven’t had a choice talk yet. he sees it coming, somewhere in the lurking future, maybe something he could even mark in a planner. he likes thinking in a more practical way like that. enjoys the thought of having control over when he was going to have a fit of rage, being able to mark it down. ❝ that’s pessimistic, ❞ a hypocrisy in clear sight. he takes a bitter joy in it, the thought that something he had said had made her feel bad. enzo thinks this is also not a healthy way of living life. ❝ but that’s very complacent. complacent isn’t nice, is it, sia ? you couldn’t settle for complacent. who wants to settle for complacent ? not i. ❞ being around so many people so quickly really have left him struggling to find a balance in all the social interaction. the place he’s looking for between snarky and rude. he’s working on it, but for sienna it’s much harder trying to be funny when you’re struggling to speak around the malice spilling up your throat.
