stop. just -- stop. / malia hale
The affect of the words was almost instantaneous. Ryder freezing in his actions as his attention snapped toward Malia before giving a small glance toward his brother. As if he was trying to gauge the situation and how much she had meant her words. (She was one of the only McCall pack members that he was genuinely scared of upsetting, after all). The snap of words had happened after a good couple of minutes of him and his brother bickering like they were twelve years old. Which had taken less than three minutes to start as soon as Liam had even joined them. "Sorry," Ryder said after another long moment, shifting away from Liam and forcing himself to relax. Deflating from whatever argument had had gotten involved in. "Sorry. We'll, uh- We'll stop."
