Zavien cracked a fragile smile, adjusting them on the couch so she could comfortably lay her head on his chest, his arms snug around her like a physical manifestation of his love. He smoothed down her hair, pressing a gentle kiss along her forehead as he gave her a moment to breathe, to just exist before she chose to tackle whatever had distressed her.
When she started talking, his hand began to trace up and down her arm, soothing and reassuring as she spoke. He didn't interrupt, didn't contradict, didn't give any indication of annoyance. He just let her talk until she was done, confusion clear across his face. "Why would she be mad at Colt?" He pursed his lips at the more confusing question. "Why would she be made at you? It's not like you said yes." Shouldn't Flora be proud that someone admired her friend enough to ask such a thing? Why was she being anything but supportive?
When she started talking, his hand began to trace up and down her arm, soothing and reassuring as she spoke. He didn't interrupt, didn't contradict, didn't give any indication of annoyance. He just let her talk until she was done, confusion clear across his face. "Why would she be mad at Colt?" He pursed his lips at the more confusing question. "Why would she be made at you? It's not like you said yes." Shouldn't Flora be proud that someone admired her friend enough to ask such a thing? Why was she being anything but supportive?
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