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His eyes fall away again I can’t make promises

I want to say, I know

“What would your house be like there?”

Now our gazes latch again, and my heart feels warmer

“Sh I don’t hear evidence of it “Nothing like the one in Boston”

“What is your home there like?”

“Too big On a busy street”

“You want seclusion So warm and cozy”

He ss

“Soe”

When he looks back up at me, his face is apathetic, but his eyes—they’re filled with fury “You said no strings”

“There are no strings” And yet ins to race

He shakes his head once, his jaw tight

“You don’t want to takeat the dresser, where Mu, but I still re”

He sits up beside me I refuse to look his way