I should say no. I don't want to fucking fight again, and I don't really see us coming to any sort of understanding, as much as I want to. Sinking down into the chair across from him with a scowl, I think he's probably lucky there's this table between us. I'm never completely sure whether to kiss him or fucking strangle him, most days.
"What?" I mutter, waiting for him to say whatever the hell he wants to say. Which is probably a big fucking nothing.
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Date: 2012-06-13 05:06 am (UTC)"What?" I mutter, waiting for him to say whatever the hell he wants to say. Which is probably a big fucking nothing.