#ummmmm....

mark lee (nct)  — 400x640px

And this isn’t even just about ships, it’s about Nesta and the IC, too.

Is it because we’re farther along into the series and people have their minds made up about who will be endgame or which characters they (dis)like and so they read with those things in mind? 

“This was all totally Wally's fault!” my dad's voice was wailing. It was in frustration, we were almost out of iced tea.

I wanted to ask him to be quiet. I wanted to speak to him about what I had seen, but I was so small and scrawny, and my mother was feeling terribly protective.

Instead, I just dropped my dish basket on the floor, and decided I'd find another time to apologize. If I could make her see just how much I cared about her, perhaps then she would be willing to forgive me.

But with him in that small space, maybe I'd never have any chance to do that. He wasn't very inviting or comforting; he turned away, and circled the room with a closed head, locking eyes with me. My head hurt, and the itch that had driven me to it had returned.

There was a long pause. My foot went to the floor, and I looked around the empty little room to find I was alone.