LOREN
Well, this was downright intimate, their proximity. However, neither of them were in the mood to appreciate it: Rexanna still thought there was someone to be saved, and Loren knew there was no fixing him, because for once he wasn't broekn. ”I do? Oh wait, I know the answer to this one. It’s youuuuuu.” The singsong was back in full force. His smile slipped away as he stepped back, eyes traveling slowly down the length of her body then back up. And then she gave the response he’d just predicted she would.
He let her say her piece. Then he just smirked. ”No. I’m good. Thanks but no thanks. You see, you’re right, that I don’t have to be this way all the time.” As she uncrossed her arms, he crossed his, consciously shutting her out of his core. Maybe she’d catch his body language if his words weren’t clear enough. ”But I want to. And I don’t want your help. You wanna know why?” If she said yes, he’d be more than happy to tell her.
In fact, he might just do it even if she said no. She'd come here, trying to mold him into an image. But he was already the perfect version of himself. He didn't think the same could be said of her.
He let her say her piece. Then he just smirked. ”No. I’m good. Thanks but no thanks. You see, you’re right, that I don’t have to be this way all the time.” As she uncrossed her arms, he crossed his, consciously shutting her out of his core. Maybe she’d catch his body language if his words weren’t clear enough. ”But I want to. And I don’t want your help. You wanna know why?” If she said yes, he’d be more than happy to tell her.
In fact, he might just do it even if she said no. She'd come here, trying to mold him into an image. But he was already the perfect version of himself. He didn't think the same could be said of her.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
