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sorry guys,    semi hiatus being activated.        school   &   work have been kicking my ass and i am mentally drained by the end of the day,    so i haven’t gotten the opportunity to write.

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❔ !!

kristen! hello! i have a few ideas, especially because i've had my eyes on your blog for a long time!

allison + stiles: i think that this dynamic was one that wasn't explored, and i'd love to be the one to do that. i haven't ever written them, and whether it be romantic or platonic, i think their chemistry as a dynamic would be fun to write! maybe a post show au where allison survived ( or came back ) and they both end up in the same area? same college, if stiles elects to not go for the fbi? i do have a verse for that! a complete au? so down for the possibilities! stiles + nancy: i think they would suit each other so well, either with nancy in a teen wolf verse or stiles in a stranger things verse! they're both intuitive and heavily involved in the things going on in their town, so it would be fun to bounce them off each other! stiles + lexi: i don't really have a reasoning, i just think they're both always in the background and feel less than. i don't know what plot would be a result from this, but it would definitely be interesting and i think they would get on well! scott + lexi: this is more specific, i think lexi in a teen wolf verse as a replacement for allison in s1 or even a s3 entrance instead of kira would be so fun. more predictable mentions that are obvious so i don't have to explain: stiles + lydia, scott + lydia, scott + stiles

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MULTIMUSE ASK MEME

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!

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FRAEGILES,

           it knocks the air out of her lungs,  everything frozen in time for a second as arms wind around her frame,  holding her close,  tight.  there is hesitation,  touch does not come easy to her,  rejection having made her weary,  the pain of it magnified by time  &.  repetition.  it’s natural though,  her arms around his waist,  her temple pressed against the column of his throat and her eyes closing tightly,  trying to hold onto this,  touch - starved kid with sorrow that seems to leak from her pores.  a sniff,  trying to hold back the tears that falls softly against the fabric of her shirt,  sneaking an arm between them,  rubbing her nose against her sleeve.      ❛  you really think that  ?  ❜       her voice sounds meek against the certainty of his,  her heartbeat slower now,  her anxiety feeling manageable  (  she remembers reading somewhere that being hugged actually lowered the heartrate,  that it helped with panic attacks  )  and her tears are silent remains of her turmoil,  arms both back around his middle,  tightening slightly,  hoping to provide him with the comfort he’s just offered.      ❛  or are you saying that just to make me feel better  ?  ❜       she wishes to scream her strength,  to unfold her life story,  to show him the scars that prove the battles she survived.  but there are no word,  fear of being ridiculous making her tongue heavier,  feeling powerless  &.  useless,  a recurring theme in the running script in the back of her head.  eyes close,  enjoying the warmth,  as if strong arms held pieces together.  brown eyes flicker open to catch the sight of tear tracks,  slight widening of hues before she takes a small step back,      ❛  i’m so sorry,  i cried all over your shirt,  ❜       fingers useless as they press against fabric,  trying to swipe away wetness,  sleeves of cardigan trying to wipe her face clean,  too embarrassed to look up.  little lexi,  feeling small against his strength,  feeling sheltered as she looks up to sky blues eyes,  feeling a mess with red eyes and rosy cheeks.      ❛  thank you,  fez,  for,  ❜      shrug cannot be helped,  filling the space she doesn’t have the words for.

               ❝    i  really  fuckin’  think  that.        i  ain’t  the  typa  person  to  tell  you  shit  just  ‘cause  i  think  it’ll  make  you  happy.        shit,    if  i  was  tryna  do  that,    i’d  tell  you  that  i  didn’t  sell  her  the  drugs  and  she  prolly  got  sold  fake  shit.    ❞               that  would  prove  him  innocent  when  he’s  guilty,    but  he  can’t  blame  himself  for  how  rue  used  what  he  sold  her.        HE DOESN’T HAVE THE TIME.        fezco  feels  the  tension  slowly  leave  her  body  through  her  shoulders  dropping  against  his  frame  and  her  breaths  becoming  more  even,    letting  his  eyes  close  to  relish  the  feeling  of    RARE PHYSICAL CONTACT.               ❝    i  swear  on  my  life,    lexi.        i  just  saw  her  yesterday,    and  she  ain’t  suicidal.        i’ve  seen  it  way  too  goddamn  much,    i  ain’t  see  it  in  her.    ❞               he  nods  his  head,    affirmatively,    blue  eyes  that  are  certain  fixated  unwaveringly  on  her.        it’s  inappropriate  timing  and  he  feels  like  a  fucking  creep,    but  now  more  than  ever  he  takes  into  notice  how  goddamn  gorgeous  this  girl  is.        maybe  he’s  just  trying  to  distract  himself  from    another    tragedy  in  his  fuckin’  life,    but  it’s  what  he  has  to  focus  on  right  now.        NOT FOR HIMSELF,    BUT FOR LEXI.        when  he  pulls  away  completely,    he  doesn’t  know  why  he  did.        he  finds  himself  wanting  to  reach  back  out  and  take  her  back  in  his  arms,    but  now  that  it’s  gone,    he  knows  the  moment  is  too.        he  looks  down  at  his  shirt,    shrugging  and  wiping  at  it  with  his  thumb.               ❝    no  sweat.        cheap  ass  shirt  anyways.    ❞               it  wasn’t,    but  she  didn’t  need  anything  else  on  her  plate  to  eat  herself  alive  over.               ❝    what  d’ya  need,    lil’  howard?        i  can  close  up  shop,    we  can  go  visit  her  an’  make  sure  she’s  good  with  your  own  two  eyes.    ❞               he  hopes  he  hides  the  fear,    sadness,    in  his  own  voice  well  enough.        FEZ,    ALWAYS THE PROTECTOR,    NEVER THE PROTECTED.

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it’s  such  a  surreal  feeling  to  have  him  here  again.  in  her  life  ,  in  her  house.  of  course  she’d  often  thought  about  it  ,  imagined  how  their  meeting  would  go     (     truthfully  ,  in  her  mind  it  went  by  a  lot  less  awkward.     )     or  how  he’d  react  upon  meeting  the  kids  that  had  only  been  wishful  thinking  at  that  point  in  time.  but  now  she  finally  doesn’t  have  to  wonder  anymore  because  he’s  really  here.  despite  all  the  initial  strangeness  and  weirdness  and  discomfort  ―  it  will  fade  eventually.  she  hopes.  maybe  this  whole  thing  will  give  them  a  chance  of  closure  …  or  perhaps  a  new  beginning  ?  there’s  still  a  lot  that  needs  to  be  unpacked  ,  emotions  to  be  sorted  through  ;  everything’s  coming  back  to  her  full  force.     [     topics  she  will  have  to  think  about  another  time  ,  their  kids  are  her  priority.  after  all  ,  they’re  the  reason  he’s  come  here.     ]

noting  the  subtle  glances  as  he  looks  around  ,  she  holds  her  breath  and  suddenly  feels  a  little  self  conscious  about  her  home.  rationally  ,  she’s  no  reason  to.  it’s  her  house  and  she’s  proud  of  it.     (     just  like  she’s  proud  of  the  many  things  she’s  accomplished  since  she  left  seattle.     )     still  ,  for  just  a  second  she’s  afraid  he'll  absolutely  hate  it.  apparently  her  fear’s  for  nothing.     ❝     thanks.     ❞     the  smile  she’s  giving  him  feels  less  stiff  and  more  genuine.     ❝     i  made  muffins.  and  cookies.  and  a  cake.  if  you  want  to  eat  anything  …  or  we  could  just  go  upstairs  to  the  nursery.  i  just  put  the  twins  to  sleep  right  before  you  arrived  so  i’d  rather  not  wake  them  yet  but  i  understand  if  you  wanna  meet  them.  i  mean  that’s  the  whole  reason  you’re  even  here and  ―     ❞     she  has  to  stop  herself  from  rambling  even  more  ,  already  sure  she’s  starting  to  sound  like  a  crazy  person  again.  which  is  definitely  not  the  kind  of  impression  she  wants  to  give  off  now.     ❝     i’m  sorry.  it’s  just  …  i’ve  never  done  this  before.     ❞

                    alex  never  thought  he  would  be  in  the  presence  of  izzie  stevens  again    ―    then  again,    all  of  his  goddamn  beliefs  have  been  dead  wrong.          (    he  never  thought  he  would  have  kids  with  izzie  stevens,    let  alone  be  a  father,    eat  or  smell  her  baking  again,    visit  her  in  a  house  she  bought  in  the  middle  of  nowhere,    see  her  healthy  as  can  be.        remind  him  to  never  play  the  friggin’  lottery.    )          he  finds  himself  desperately  searching  for  any  sign  of  them,    noises,    toys,    eyes,    trying  to  distract  himself  from  the  thoughts  that  were  gnawing  at  him.        DID THEY LOOK LIKE HIM?        his  search  proves  effortless  as  izzie  answers  the  question  that  he  doesn’t  voice    ―    where  are  they?        he  doesn’t  try  to  hide  his  disappointment,    nose  scrunching  and  hand  scratching  at  his  chin.        he  lets  himself  look  at  her,    REALLY LOOK AT HER,    and  he  hates  the  pride  that  explodes  in  his  chest  when  he  notices  just  how  healthy  she  actually  appeared.        his  eyes  divert  back  to  pretending  to  look  around  the  house  even  though  he  already  scoured  the  room,    unable  to  let  his  gaze  linger.

                    his  heart  plummets  to  his  stomach  as  soon  as  she  suggests  it,    but  why?        it’s  what  he’s  been  waiting  for  since  the  phone  call.        going  to  see  them  would  be  directly  confronting  the  fact  that  he’s  a  father.        A FATHER WITH A CHOICE TO MAKE.        two  conflicting  roles  in  two  places,    two  lives,    someone  will  lose.        but  what  other  choice  does  he  have?        the  thought  of  eating  anything  makes  his  stomach  churn,    swallowing  saliva  that  begins  to  build  up  excessively  in  his  mouth.               ❝    yeah,    we  can  go.        i  wanna  see  them    ―    i  won’t  wake  ‘em  up.    ❞               he  can’t  help  the  deep  laugh,    a  mostly  ironic  one,    that  abruptly  comes  with  her  apology,    if  that’s  what  it’s  supposed  to  be.        it’s  not  necessarily  funny,    but  he  cackles  with  such  fervor  that  the  corners  of  his  eyes  become  moist  and  he  has  to  wipe  at  them  with  the  back  of  his  hand.        HE’S GOING CRAZY.               ❝    what  am  i  supposed  to  say  to  that?        i’m  glad?        jesus,    iz.        i’ve  never  done  this  before  either,    ya  know.    ❞

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FRAEGILES,

               he knows.  before she finds the strength,  before the truth falls from her lips,  he knows.  she can read the worry on his features,  something reaching out and it soothes her pain for a second,  thinking it was the right decision to come to him.  the guilt falls on him like a wall of brick falling apart,  she is a witness to the impact,  the shock as he seems to shrink on himself,  her mouth pressing to keep sobs in her lungs,  her fingers digging in her forearms,  holding herself back from crossing the space between them,  ridiculous thought that she could offer him comfort,  that she would even know how to go about it  (  that he would even want that from her  ).       ❛  she is,  she is.  ❜       the fast pace of her words are underlined by a step taken toward him,  fingers nearly reaching for him once more before they fall limply against her side,  one arm remaining across her belly as if holding herself together.  his question takes her by surprise,  watching the way his eyes avoid hers,  her heart breaking all over again for him though he remains compassionate,  thinking of her before of him.      ❛  why would she do that to us  ?  ❜       it is barely uttered,  mixing with background noise of the store,  pad of her fingers pressing against her cheeks,  futile attempt to push away tears.

                    a  breath  that  he  doesn’t  know  he’s  holding  is  released  through  his  nose  in  relief,    his  lungs  enjoying  the  relief  from  the  dull  burn.        she  is.        he’s  seen  a  lot  of  shit  go  down  in  this  business,    from  people  going  homeless  in  the  worst  of  their  addiction  to    DYING ON THE STREETS ALONE.        the  confirmation  that  she’s  okay  without  any  other  information  is  satisfactory  in  releasing  some  of  the  pressure  from  his  chest,    where  his  heart  begins  to  slow.        he  doesn’t  realize  she’s  stepped  forward  until  he  lifts  his  head  at  her  second  thought  being  voiced,    his  eyebrows  knitted  together  in  concern.        he  has  seen  shit,    everything,    but  lexi  howard  hasn’t.        it’s  a  fact  that  he  fails  to  remember  until  her  attempt  to  rid  of  the  tears  brings  his  attention  to  her  rosy  cheeks,    THE INNOCENCE THAT LEAKS WITH EACH DROP.        he  shakes  his  head,    stepping  from  behind  the  counter  and  wrapping  his  arms  around  her,    hands  resting  on  his  elbows  in  a  tight  hold.          (    not  so  tight  that  she  can’t  pull  away  and  escape  from  the  comfort  if  it  isn’t  needed.    )          he  lifts  his  head  to  rest  his  chin  atop  her  hair,                    ❝    hey,    don’t  be  talkin’  like  that.        she  ain’t  do  that  on  purpose,    i  promise.        if  it  was  a  suicide  attempt,    rue’s  stubborn  enough  that  she’d  make    damn  sure    she  didn’t  end  up  in  the  hospital.        this  shit’s  usually  an  accident.    ❞

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                  she is red eyes and trembling lower lip,  she is friendship in hospital bed and her heart tittering on the verge of breaking.  and she has looked,  with pleading and yearning soul,  lexi had looked for a soul that would understand,  for empathy more than pity,  for someone with heart full of love for rue.  her feet had known before the thought found her mind,  pressing on pedals until she found herself at his door,  question stumbling from her lips as soon as she caught sight of fezco   :   rue’s friend with kind eyes and communicating laugh.  her stomach twists as his body turns,  the innocence on his features making her lips press as if it could keep the sadness at bay.  it takes a few seconds,  with her eyes in his,  trying to catch strength,  to steal a bit of his steadiness and pour it around her bones,  brave,       ❛  no,  she,  ❜      all muscles tense beneath her skin,  around her skeleton,  biting her lower lip before deep breath fills her lungs,      ❛  she’s in the hospital,  fez,  she,  she overdosed.  ❜       the last word is whispered like a secret  &.  she wonders who it hurts more,  that single word   :   fezco or her  ?

                    the  second  fezco  comes  face  to  face,    chest  parallel,    eyes  diving  into  the  depths  of  hers,    HE KNOWS THAT IT ISN’T WHEN HE ASSUMED.        there’s  an  innate  urge  to  reach  out  and  comfort  her  without  her  saying  anything  that  calls  for  it.          (    but  he’s  never  been  good  at  it.        who  has  he  had  to  offer  it  to?        if  anyone’s  needed  it,    he  can’t  see  the  signs  past  the  windows  of  his  business  and  the  responsibilities  keeping  him  up  until  the  sun  rises.    )          he’s  never  been  on  a  silent  knowing  type  of  level  with  lexi,    but  her  worry  is  so    PAINFULLY READABLE    that  it  makes  his  heart  beat  aggressively  and  uncomfortably.        when  she  says  the  words,    his  head  drops  between  his  shoulders  and  his  fingers  grip  the  edge  of  the  counter.        GUILT AND BLAME    overwhelm  him  and  the  corners  of  his  eyes  begin  to  sting  as  he  breaks  the  contact,    a  litany  of  profanity  being  released  quietly  under  his  breath.        it’s  all  your  fault.                    ❝    is  she  okay?    ❞                    he  lets  a  breath  leave  his  lungs,    a  pause  linger  in  the  air,                    ❝    are  you  okay?    ❞

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                    abandoning  the  restocking  of  the  cigarettes  behind  the  counter,    fez  turns  his  head  over  his  shoulder  to  look  at  @fraegiles​,    the  fabric  of  his  overworn  grey  t-shirt  rubbing  against  the  unkempt  scruff  on  his  chin.        when  the  bell  to  the  door  rang  and  lexi  howard  walked  in,    he  nodded  his  head  and  resumed  his  responsibilities.        IT ISN’T OUT OF THE ORDINARY FOR HER TO VISIT HIM AT WORK.        but  the  urgency  in  her  voice  doesn’t  go  unnoticed,    the  panic  shown  in  round  brown  eyes.        he  turns  his  body  completely,    eyebrows  furrowing  in  silent  questioning,    shaking  his  head.                    ❝    nah,    what’s  goin’  on,    lex?    ❞                    he  initially  figures  that  she  stole  shit  from  her  again,    got  herself  in  trouble  with  the  cops,    ran  off  just  to  resurface  days  later  when  her  drug  supply  ran  low.                    ❝    everything  good?    ❞

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from this generator.

❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ ❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ ❛ i don’t know how you do this every day… ❜ ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜ ❛ i’m not sorry. ❜ ❛ i did warn you not to trust me. ❜ ❛ do you remember anything? at all? ❜ ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ ❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜ ❛ i could show you the way. ❜ ❛ i don’t feel so good. ❜ ❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜ ❛ don’t go. please. ❜ ❛ you wanna know what your problem is? ❜ ❛ i’m here to drink alone. ❜ ❛ don’t run away from this. ❜ ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ❛ i didn’t realize you were in so much pain. ❜ ❛ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❜ ❛ you wouldn’t understand. ❜ ❛ we’ve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy. ❜ ❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜ ❛ i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time. ❜ ❛ i made a mistake. ❜ ❛ am i not good enough? ❜ ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ ❛ why did you bring me here? ❜ ❛ aren’t we in a good mood today? ❜ ❛ don’t shut me out. please. ❜ ❛ the storm’s getting worse. ❜ ❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜ ❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ ❛ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❜ ❛ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❜ ❛ this is the part where you leave. ❜ ❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜ ❛ you stepped on my foot! ❜ ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ❛ we’re in completely different leagues. ❜ ❛ how did you find me? ❜ ❛ i don’t need you anymore. ❜ ❛ rough day today? ❜ ❛ snap out of it! ❜ ❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜ ❛ why are you still here? ❜ ❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ ❛ are you saying you care about me? ❜ ❛ i won’t let anyone hurt you. ❜ ❛ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❜ ❛ well, this is where i live. ❜ ❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜ ❛ how long have i been asleep? ❜ ❛ no more lies, no more secrets. ❜ ❛ can you forgive me? ❜ ❛ i thought you… i saw you get shot. ❜ ❛ why are you really here? ❜ ❛ i wish we never met. ❜ ❛ you look like you need a hug. ❜ ❛ would you run away with me? ❜ ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ ❛ we can stop them. i can help you. ❜ ❛ what now? i’m tired. ❜ ❛ i didn’t want you to see me like this. ❜ ❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜ ❛ if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine. ❜ ❛ are you threatening me? ❜ ❛ did you ever care about me? ❜ ❛ treat me like the princess that i am! ❜ ❛ i’m not leaving you. ❜ ❛ why did you come? ❜ ❛ i need your help… and you need mine. ❜ ❛ i wish i could hate you. ❜ ❛ i see you don’t recognize me. well, it was a long time ago. ❜ ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜ ❛ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing left for me here. ❜ ❛ that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. ❜ ❛ wait. i’ve heard that sound before. ❜ ❛ just try to hang on. ❜ ❛ so why’s it so important anyway? ❜ ❛ i’ll stay in tonight, thanks. ❜ ❛ we can’t keep going on like this. ❜ ❛ in about a minute, you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to me. ❜ ❛ is this seat taken? sorry, it’s a bit crowded here. ❜ ❛ you can’t leave me here alone! ❜ ❛ i’ll believe it when i see it. ❜ ❛ why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation. ❜ ❛ i bought two. here. ❜ ❛ i’ve seen you before, walking by. ❜ ❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜ ❛ c'mon. aren’t you worried what might happen if we go? ❜ ❛ walk with me? ❜ ❛ it’s very rude to stare. ❜ ❛ how many times have i told you? you can’t visit me here. ❜ ❛ we can’t fix this. can we? ❜ ❛ are you going to kill me? ❜ ❛ it’s not like you can stop me. ❜ ❛ it’s not safe for people to see us together. ❜ ❛ take me with you. ❜ ❛ some risks are worth taking. ❜ ❛ let them go. take me instead. ❜ ❛ what do you want in exchange for it? ❜ ❛ is being drunk an excuse? ❜ ❛ promise me you won’t overreact. ❜ ❛ how can i possibly trust you? after all you’ve done. ❜ ❛ how long have you been standing there? ❜ ❛ why did you wake me? ❜ ❛ i’m not here to talk about my feelings. ❜ ❛ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ❜ ❛ for some reason, i’m attracted to you. ❜ ❛ promise me? ❜ ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ ❛ i feel safe with you. ❜ ❛ i don’t need your help. ❜ ❛ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❜ ❛ no way, i’m not doing that. ❜ ❛ i do care. ❜ ❛ you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable. ❜ ❛ i have a spare bed. ❜ ❛ you’re very kind. some day it’ll get you killed. ❜ ❛ you’ll always have a home with me. ❜ ❛ of course i care. you’re my family. ❜ ❛ you shouldn’t insult people that are bigger than you. ❜ ❛ i never wanted to hurt you. ❜ ❛ i swear it wasn’t me. ❜ ❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜ ❛ did you miss me? ❜ ❛ this isn’t just about you. it’s about what’s best for all of us. ❜ ❛ you can never admit when you’re wrong! ❜ ❛ is this what you wanted? ❜ ❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜ ❛ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❜ ❛ the only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❜ ❛ i’m still learning. ❜ ❛ if you have something to say, spit it out. ❜ ❛ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ❜ ❛ i’m on your side. ❜ ❛ i risked my life for you! ❜ ❛ whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no. ❜ ❛ you can stay with me. ❜ ❛ i just need time. ❜ ❛ please don’t do this, don’t act like you care. ❜ ❛ who the hell invited you? ❜ ❛ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❜ ❛ i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ❜ ❛ think of it as a compliment. ❜ ❛ do you ever stop being so serious and dull? ❜ ❛ it’s rare to see your kind around here. ❜ ❛ you remember me. that’s good. ❜ ❛ you’re a terrible flirt you know. ❜ ❛ are you kidding me? we’re not ‘fine’! ❜ ❛ right now i wish i was dead. ❜ ❛ i guess i should’ve told you. ❜ ❛ you’re not alone. i’m here. ❜ ❛ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ❜ ❛ knowledge is power. ❜ ❛ you scared me. ❜ ❛ well, what’s so strange about that? ❜ ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜ ❛ i want to be there when you get what’s coming to you. ❜ ❛ just who do you think you are? ❜ ❛ you look… amazing. ❜ ❛ we’re safe, aren’t we? ❜ ❛ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❜ ❛ i thought you’d like this. ❜ ❛ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❜ ❛ what’s that smug look for? you think you can do any better? ❜ ❛ who did you piss off this time? ❜ ❛ you should’ve thought about that before you got into a fight. ❜ ❛ i only wanted to help. ❜ ❛ you knew and you didn’t tell me? ❜ ❛ you don’t scare me. ❜ ❛ wow, look who remembered my existence. ❜ ❛ change isn’t easy. ❜ ❛ why did you help me? ❜ ❛ why do you hate me? ❜ ❛ i can’t even trust myself anymore. ❜ ❛ i was making sure you weren’t dead, since you never called. ❜ ❛ you look awful. what happened? ❜ ❛ are you here to kill me? ❜ ❛ you know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜ ❛ was that a friend of yours? ❜ ❛ two years later and you haven’t changed. ❜ ❛ you look like you just saw a ghost. ❜ ❛ nobody tells me what to do. ❜ ❛ you’re too scared to do it, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ come on. it can’t be that bad. ❜ ❛ i hope to repay your kindness someday. ❜ ❛ just let me do this for you. ❜ ❛ why were they coming after you? ❜ ❛ how many people have you killed? how many? ❜ ❛ how much do you value your life? ❜ ❛ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❜ ❛ don’t lie to me. ❜ ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ ❛ have a drink with me. ❜