He just sits there. That blank look on his face cuts deep. She can’t read it. How is she supposed to respond to this? How is she supposed act? She knows him, but all at the same time she knows completely nothing about him. Now she sees it. He should work harder. I know what you’re thinking. She won’t say it though. She can’t say it. They’ll both just sit here until he says it. It’s not working. Silence is horrible. It’s pounding, aching. She can’t handle this. But her stubborn nature is holding through. And now his expression shifts. He changes his mood. He’s hiding. It’s fake. Does he think she’s stupid? And she plays along. They’re both fake. She smiles to herself. Is this supposed to be amusing?

He’s accusing her at the same time. He knows what she’s hiding. They’re both good at lying. But he’s better. Can she sense his mood? No, because right now her face gives it away. He needs to be careful. This could be bad. She’s too smart. Damn it. He has to work to hide it. She can see it now. She’s too good. Too innocent. What’s against her? Only him. It makes him feel like shit. You’re losing something good. She won’t put up with this forever.

(Here is for old time’s sake. Watch it wes...since you force fed that never-ending whatever that was.)