She leaves the boy alone for five minutes, and someone fucks with his head.
Has she lost people? Yes. Yes. Yes, she has. More than she can count. More than she can remember. She doesn't bother listing them: they are gone, far out of her reach. Steve, on the other hand, is here. Here and picking his words so carefully, as if what he is saying might hurt her.
The words don't hurt, they just make her angry because he believes it. He really does.
Which means someone has been fucking around with his head.
"Then...strictly hypothetically, I'd be asking what the catch is," she says after a moment of looking at him with narrowed eyes. She went too still to play it casual, but that's fine.
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Five minutes.
She leaves the boy alone for five minutes, and someone fucks with his head.
Has she lost people? Yes. Yes. Yes, she has. More than she can count. More than she can remember. She doesn't bother listing them: they are gone, far out of her reach. Steve, on the other hand, is here. Here and picking his words so carefully, as if what he is saying might hurt her.
The words don't hurt, they just make her angry because he believes it. He really does.
Which means someone has been fucking around with his head.
"Then...strictly hypothetically, I'd be asking what the catch is," she says after a moment of looking at him with narrowed eyes. She went too still to play it casual, but that's fine.
Even if she believed him, she wouldn't be casual.