[ She’s over-reaching, she knows it, but that look he gives and the way he calls out her bullsh— ]
It’s not about intelligence.
[ Again, another half-truth she’s leaning on too heavily; she’s lived long enough to know that if someone wants to point fingers, there’s not much chance of altering that choice.
But choosing to spark that ire and control it from the get-go? There was power in that, safety even if used right. ]
[ Clay is saved from an impulsive reply by being waved to bring the car forward. He pushes the gas pedal gently and clears his throat. He shuts off the car and looks at her again, smirking in his best charming manner while the employees write down his license plate— because the would-be date had to be normal for another few minutes. ]
I do. We’ll finish this inside- You have your purse? And make up thing?
[ If sparking and shaping someone’s anger like a flame is a means of control, then Clay is robbing her of it. She stares at him for a second, trying to remember if the hot-head’s self-discipline was always this strong, before pulling her eyes away from him and clicking open her clutch. ]
no touchy my emotional trauma it was a birthday gift
It’s not about intelligence.
[ Again, another half-truth she’s leaning on too heavily; she’s lived long enough to know that if someone wants to point fingers, there’s not much chance of altering that choice.
But choosing to spark that ire and control it from the get-go? There was power in that, safety even if used right. ]
And you should be smart enough to know that much.
no subject
I do. We’ll finish this inside- You have your purse? And make up thing?
no subject
Fine, and yes, it’s here. Lead the way?