#dcmonchildren

“you think that highly of me?” her voice resembles honey, sweet and slow. “that’s so cute.” she steps closer to zoe, arms crossing over her chest and head tilting up to meet her gaze. “you know, it’s courtesy for me to compliment people back, but only if you want me to. or you can tell me more of what you like about me.” a little self-centered, sure, but it’s how she works.

he looks up to see his cousin standing over him, making him narrow his eyes at her. “this is whatever,” he says, sniffling. “i don’t think you’re here to console me ‘cause, like, you probably think i’m just lying.” he wipes his tears away with the back of his hand, sighing. “you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, you know. if anything, i think it’ll be easier if you pretend you didn’t see anything.” why does it hurt him to say that?