enemies to lovers (part 3): comforting each other
“i know we’re not… friends or anything, but… i’m here for you, if you need someone to talk to.”
“i didn’t know where else to go.” / “i didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
“i feel like shit.” “you look like it, too.” *they bump shoulders*
“just… tell me what i can do to make you feel better.”
“come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“hey, look at me. i’m not going anywhere.”
“you seem to be the only trustworthy one around here, so can i talk to you?”
“ you know, if you’re trying to make me feel guilty, you’ve succeeded.”
“i don’t want to bother you. seriously, it’s all just… it’s a lot.”
“i don’t know what’s wrong with me. i can’t stop crying.”
“aren’t you tired?” “i’m fine. don’t worry about me.”
“there’s snot all over your shirt. it’s quite gross, actually.”
“you are, without a doubt, the most annoying person i’ve ever crossed paths with. and don’t even get me started on the sound of your voice.”
“you’re welcome to stay here, for as long as you need.”
“it’s okay to cry, you know.”
“stop apologizing. you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“we don’t need to talk, all right? let’s just… stay here, holding each other.”
“you were always there for me. let me be there for you.”
“oh, god, i’m sorry about your shirt.” *shirt is drenched in tears* “it’s okay. i was planning on throwing it out anyway.”
