I really don't know you. I wish you'd believe that.
⠀⠀⠀⠀the touchiness doesn't come as a surprise;⠀⠀though, whether it's a case of a natural preference for solitude versus something that he's done— it's difficult to discern.⠀⠀a soft inhale, hands wrung together over bent knees.
“⠀⠀didn't say nothin' about knowin',⠀⠀”⠀⠀he has little idea what to make of himself, let alone her.⠀⠀aside from the obvious:⠀⠀“⠀⠀jus' lookin' awful lonely over here.⠀⠀doin' good?⠀⠀”













