“ if you have something to say, spit it out. ”
“You know, not everyone has something to say at every single moment.” He would’ve looked comically small under the towering doorframe if it weren’t for the fact that his face was set hardly, even unfitting in a teen’s body. It was too... adult.“But if I really must say it, then I will.” He moved in a few steps, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his school shorts.“Back there, you claimed no one cared about you.” Drug withdrawal was never kind to anyone, a trip of hardships necessary to slide out into something better. It was much more than just physical repercussions. Five himself had been caught off guard at the sudden outburst at dinner.
“You stormed out before you could see everyone’s expressions.” He didn’t know how to comfort someone, or be emotionally sensitive, but he was observant and blunt enough to deliver the message their siblings couldn’t.“You know what I saw?” He slightly tilted his head to the side.“I saw everyone looking lost, not because they didn’t want to help you, but because they don’t know how to help you without you pushing them away. And if they worry sick over something like that, then you should perfectly see that they care. *Don’t sell me a dog.”
